Life has been rather grim lately, particularly with regard to my freedom or lack thereof to get out of the house and do anything resembling fun. Even inside the house my hands are so wrecked with arthritis and I've so little energy that I'm forced to brutally prioritise to a shrinking list of essential activities. But not entirely.( Read more... )
As SwanCon 2015 is both the NatCon and 40th Swancon, I'd really like to get myself organised this year to turn Pretty Rocks on Frocks fabric(s) into a ball gown of some sort I can wear at the masquerade. This is an Organise My Thoughts post to get things moving along, in the traditionally disorganised format.( Read more... )
( TMI if you have issues thinking about my underwear )
(*) I'd have so changed my name to this when I was 12.
( And we all know how much I love clothes shopping )
* woke up
* put on warm trousers for the first time in several months. Cinched in the belt. Did it again. (ETA: And once seated at the office, did it again!)
* saw the mouse at the train station again
* waited 25 minutes for a train (6:30 - 6:55)
* we were packed in like refugees. I swear I could hear chickens somewhere.