the hem of my garment

I spent several hours last night in department stores looking at dresses. I found several lovely dresses that one could wear to a June wedding provided you're not the bride. *sigh* But I have not lost hope yet and have several other plans of attack for the coming week.

When I got home I started reading other LJ entries from folks headed to Coronation this weekend. Several made comment of the weather and I decided to research that a bit since it appears everyone knew something I didn't. That's when I saw the forecast was a bit chillier than I expected.

Part Two of this realization is that I had made a lovely Roman tunica for to wear and she would freeze her ass off in it. So I started rummaging through the sewing room. I found some other green linen that was lighter than the stuff I used for Rhiannon, but all that green would make her look like a seedless grape. I lamented about giving up some of the linen I had bought expressly for making pants for the Puddin' (Puddin' Pants - HA!) because he is in desperate need of pants that aren't torn out in the crotch. And then I opened the fabric cabinet and saw it right in front of my face.

Three hours later Rhiannon has a lovely undertunic from the raw silk remnants of my first wedding dress. I've been carting it around for nine years and haven't found a good use for it yet. In one evening I took wedding dress lemons and turned them into a soft and pettable lemonade. I can't wait to see it on her!

so this is what all the fuss is about

I had a bit of a hard time yesterday. Most of last week, actually, I was pretty moody. And after I went outside with no notice to Rich so I could clean out the shed, pull up all the tomato cages and mow the lawn, Rich decided he would just say out of my way and run some errands before fight practice. About 5 minutes after Rich left, I was edging the yard and a rock flew up and hit me in the face, right next to my nose. Amazingly, I didn't get a bloody nose but it really hurt and scared me. I started crying out of shock. But then I just kept crying - sobbing - and couldn't stop.

I cried while putting the edger away. I cried while I dragged my sweaty grass-covered self inside. I cried while I checked my blood to verify that low blood sugar was not why I was crying. I cried in the shower. And after 30 minutes when I hadn't stopped crying, I texted Rich and asked him to come home. After 10 minutes of lying in bed in my bathrobe (crying), I called and snotted into the phone asking him to come home (he didn't get my text until after I called). And when he told me he would be home in 10 minutes, I finally stopped crying.

So when Rich got home and was brushing my hair while I snotted onto his t-shirt, I finally came to a realization.

Me: "You know, after 15 years, I may have developed PMS. Maybe that's why I've been such a weirdo."

Rich (smoothing my hair and handing me a tissue): "Baby, I'm certainly not going to suggest that to you."

Hormones are no fun sometimes.

raw fish, Spartans and Romans

I'm so full, my bra is too tight. My brother needed a ride to pick up his car from the mechanic and while we were out we decided to go to get sushi. Rich wasn't inspired to eat sushi, having just come back from hockey, so it was just a Sibling Night Out. We showed up hungry and I had to unbutton my jeans to drive home as well as take part of my food in a box.

Someone needs to please date my brother Perry because he really does kick ass. Just imagine a 6'6" version of me with significantly less hair and a little more of a beer habit. I'm just so pleased to have someone awesome like Rich to share my life with and I want Perry to have someone like that in his. But I also know that my brother can be a bit quirky (our whole family can be) and that not everyone would understand how we operate.

We went to see 300 last night in an honest to goodness movie theatre. I can't remember the last time we have seen a movie in a theatre - Rich thinks it was Clerks 2 last summer. And while I didn't dislike the movie enough to leave early like did, there were definitely some moments where I thought "they're still stabbing people. Jesus, enough with the stabbing!" and considered surfing the web on my phone. It was a good movie, but not fantastic for me. I don't need to see it again. Although I was satisfied with the come-uppance dealt to schmarmy dude. I could have been inspired to yell "I told you that bitch was crazy!" but didn't want to upset the others in the theatre.

I've been on a spending spree to outfit myself in some Roman clothing for Easter weekend (the irony - it is intense). Everyone else was dressing up in Roman stuff for Coronation that I took the opportunity to take on something new. I also decided to wait until the last minute so I just paid for overnight shipping from fabrics-store.com. But they didn't let me down and I have some luscious linen spinning in my washer and dryer as I type.

I also discovered yesterday that Zappos has a special with free overnight shipping. So I bought three pairs of "Romanesque" looking sandals with the idea that I can return two of them (with free return shipping, dontchaknow. I *heart* Zappos.). After having gone so long not buying anything major, all this spending is making my stomach hurt. That or it could just be eating my own body weight in sushi tonight.