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May. 15th, 2006 06:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
newmoonstarI think when it rains this hard for this long, they officially have to call it a monsoon.It has been raining for two solid weeks. All this dreary weather has made me even more tired than usual. I've tried to do constructive things with my time, but it's been slow going. I started on an 1870's doll dress, but the bodice was entirely too small, so I had to cut out a new one that will hopefully fit. (If I can wake myself up enough to do some sewing without poking my fingers with the needle every two seconds.)
Been watching The House of Eliott. I love this show. Of course, seeing Beatrice and Evie working so industriously makes me feel entirely inadequete as far as my own dress-making goes. I haven't actually done a dress for myself in about a year, but it's such an undertaking when we haven't even properly sorted out the house yet, not to mention I don't have any place to wear them to when I do make them. I wish I lived somewhere where there were more events for costumers. Around here you're lucky to find a renaissance fair or two. And my mother is being no help. She refuses to go to anything out of town under any circumstances, and since there's nothing in town at all, I'm screwed, because I don't have a driver's license. (Which is another thing I feel terribly guilty about not doing.) At least back in the hell-hole of the Universe (i.e. where I used to live) there was one faire in town each year. My god, when I start to miss Green Bay, you know life is dreary. The Botanical Garden ren faire, Triangle Hill, and Baird's Creek. Those are the ONLY things I will EVER miss about Green Bay. Because Madison does not have parks with trees. Did I mention this? Open fields all over the place, but no trees. Tree-hating Madisonian bastards.
I think I'll stop now. Far from making me feel better, writing about one's ennui actually just makes it worse. I feel like some Edward Gorey at this point. That'll cheer me up. There's just something about his lovely macabre humor that speaks to me in moods like this.
Been watching The House of Eliott. I love this show. Of course, seeing Beatrice and Evie working so industriously makes me feel entirely inadequete as far as my own dress-making goes. I haven't actually done a dress for myself in about a year, but it's such an undertaking when we haven't even properly sorted out the house yet, not to mention I don't have any place to wear them to when I do make them. I wish I lived somewhere where there were more events for costumers. Around here you're lucky to find a renaissance fair or two. And my mother is being no help. She refuses to go to anything out of town under any circumstances, and since there's nothing in town at all, I'm screwed, because I don't have a driver's license. (Which is another thing I feel terribly guilty about not doing.) At least back in the hell-hole of the Universe (i.e. where I used to live) there was one faire in town each year. My god, when I start to miss Green Bay, you know life is dreary. The Botanical Garden ren faire, Triangle Hill, and Baird's Creek. Those are the ONLY things I will EVER miss about Green Bay. Because Madison does not have parks with trees. Did I mention this? Open fields all over the place, but no trees. Tree-hating Madisonian bastards.
I think I'll stop now. Far from making me feel better, writing about one's ennui actually just makes it worse. I feel like some Edward Gorey at this point. That'll cheer me up. There's just something about his lovely macabre humor that speaks to me in moods like this.
