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Nov. 21st, 2007 05:20 pmI might actually be going to Bristol Renaissance Faire next summer! Yay! So now I'll have to make an Elizabethan dress. Which is good, because it's always great to have an excuse to make a new dress, and a place to wear it. But it's also a little nerve-wracking, since I've already got to make a Medieval dress, because all the other faires where I live are Medieval faires. But I really have started on the medieval dress; I'm making some patterns and I'm pretty close to getting it how I want. I think I really am going to finally stop putting it off and just do it! I am a costumer, hear me roar! ;-D
I really wish I could just skip Thanksgiving. Stupidest holiday ever. Aside from it being rather politcally incorrect in it's origins, it's still politcally incorrect in practice, because all that happens is every woman in America is confined to the kitchen slaving over a meal that she'll be too tired to eat by the time she's done cooking it. And worse still, you've got to spend time with your family. Which is fine if you have a normal family that you actually like, but who the heck has that? I'm so dreading my mom expecting me to 'help cook', i.e. she yells at me that I'm cutting the carrots wrong and not helping her enough, and then the whole night bugging me about going with her to after-Thanksgiving sales. I am NOT going to any after Thanksgiving sales! Otherwise known as The Scariest Shopping Day of the Year. People camp out all night to be first in line, so if you don't do that, you may as well not bother going. And there is no way in Hades I'm doing that. EVER.
Someday I'll move out, and I'll sleep through Thanksgiving entirely. Oh, happy day!
I really wish I could just skip Thanksgiving. Stupidest holiday ever. Aside from it being rather politcally incorrect in it's origins, it's still politcally incorrect in practice, because all that happens is every woman in America is confined to the kitchen slaving over a meal that she'll be too tired to eat by the time she's done cooking it. And worse still, you've got to spend time with your family. Which is fine if you have a normal family that you actually like, but who the heck has that? I'm so dreading my mom expecting me to 'help cook', i.e. she yells at me that I'm cutting the carrots wrong and not helping her enough, and then the whole night bugging me about going with her to after-Thanksgiving sales. I am NOT going to any after Thanksgiving sales! Otherwise known as The Scariest Shopping Day of the Year. People camp out all night to be first in line, so if you don't do that, you may as well not bother going. And there is no way in Hades I'm doing that. EVER.
Someday I'll move out, and I'll sleep through Thanksgiving entirely. Oh, happy day!
