I litterally get home and can't decide on something to do... even the indulgent crap that isn't bad for me. For fuck's sake what is going on. I am loosing all my drive. My verve, my thing that makes me cool.
I don't know what it is. Depression, whatever. I just want to get lost in trashy pulp romance books I can't afford while eating take out I can't afford that will make me sick.
Talk about downward spiral. And for the love of god I don't want to hear any pollyanna sugguestions about books I should read or ways I should meditate. Which means two things. One that some folks don't get it. And two that I am a hypocrite, cause I pollyanna the fuck out of people all the time.
I need little goals. Little little goals. And I keep thinking a list will do it. And I need to get laid.
But let us
- Recon funky dress to vest
- Finish Pillow and make cover (idea, get big needle to stablize contents of pillow)
- Make costume
- Make bats
- Make lunchpail bag
- Make bodice out of strippy fabric
- Buy fusable webbing for fabric
- Buy Muslin/lining fabric
- Redo black ruffly skirt with new yolk that works with your ass.
- Finish writting up pattern and yardage stuff for strapless 50's Dress
- Redo dress on maniquin to have a better bustline
- Make a BIG petticoat for self... knee length. (figure out yardage for a 3 layer piece)
- Make stippy circle skirt out of knit material
- Make small grim reaper costume (make pattern then cloak)
- Make medium death costume (make pattern then cloak)
- Make gym bag (knee brace, work cloths, make-up, work shoes, hair stuff, soap, lock)
- Purge Closet
