Thursday, June 18, 2009

Before it gets dark, I have to figure out how to make a pattern for some pants E sent me home with. She bought them in some far-away place and they are very popular so she wants two more pairs. We visited the fabric district in LA for this reason (land of orange shag jersey material for mini skirts?). I even have a new sewing machine. It is sitting in a box because I don't believe it really belongs to me. Stores now are letting you buy on time, no interest and back in the day, layaway meant you paid every month until it was paid off and THEN you got to wear/eat/use the item. Now, you leave the store with your stuff even tho it's not paid for. Credit only different. Weird. 

My ex got the sewing machine in the divorce so now I have a fancy machine I'm afraid to use. 

There are now sewing machines that clean your house and walk your dog. And they are very expensive. I was so used to an old Singer, I had no idea. Luddite that I am.  I didn't buy a very expensive machine. Who needs a machine that embroiders, knits and coughs politely when you walk by?

No writers group tonight, whaa. I was up all night at a birth, so didn't think I could make it but I could after all. No more sinking into despair now. We'll have none of that.

The crows are making a damn racket in the yard. Must be a cat out there. If I were a cat, I wouldn't mess with crows. 

I cured my anxiety by giving the Real Change guy a ten. He's got a job now, at the Good Will, part-time. He's got a place to live too. Maybe he can get his teeth fixed.  


Radish King said...
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Valerie Loveland said...

I like the old sewing machines best, until it comes time to move them.

beth coyote said...

Totally, Valerie. I got hernias moving them.