South Side of the Sky

I’ve finally started on getting Jack of All Threads up and running, right now it’s just eBay though:

http://shop.ebay.com/merchant/muchitsujo_W0QQ_nkwZQQ_armrsZ1QQ_fromZQQ_mdoZ

Other shit going down, don’t feel like blogging about it. Lol.

CONGRATS TO BARACK OBAMA, 44TH PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES!

…I’m so sorry you have to take over where Bush is leaving us. GO GET’EM TIGER!

www.michaelpalinforpresident.com

Seriously, if I have to get stuck with a Palin in office, better to be Michael than Sarah. LOL!

Current Mood: Angry

Ang in 2004:

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Simplicity in 2008:
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I’m reprising Bloody Mary for PAC this weekend, the last thing I need is for someone to be like, “Hey that looks like that new pattern out!”

Granted, mine is a fucking steel-boned pair of bodys and I now have 2 pairs of sleeves to wear with it, and a better hat…but…GAH! I saw it in the pattern book and FUCKING SCREAMED.

:argh!:

MY DESIGN!!! MINE!!!!!

…fuck that reminds me. I gotta get that bitch out, steamed, and ready for the weekend.

I’m in a state of shock….

Overheard at the RNC:

“But but but….She’s a WOMAN! Which means all the Hillary voters are gonna vote for us now! Because she has a vagina! Who cares if she doesn’t have experience or hates abortion, has a pregnant teenage daughter and doesn’t believe in dinosaurs. She’s A WOMAN! DAMNIT!!! WOMAN! And Obama is black and eats fried chicken. See? Vote for McCain/Palin in 2008!!”

 To look away from the remnants of Gustav and Sarah Palin’s bullshit pregnancy for a moment…there are riots and arrests at the RNC where protesters are being shackled for no reason other than the theory that they were planning civil unrest. Yes, you read me. The media isn’t really covering it, but the GOP is trying to quell dissention in the ranks as fast as they can before people see.

And please, Sarah Palin? Owtf. Pandering to women’s votes with an Evangelist nut from Alaska who’s pretending to be pregnant to hide her daughter’s own ‘oops’ ? Whatever lady. Biden is going to rip you apart.

Mr. McCain, sir…you’re a desperate lunatic. 

You know when you’re so drunk and claim that Dionysus came to you, begged you not to commit suicide and then tells you to draw a homage to the Greek Gods in the street painting festival, you’re life is FUCKED UP.

No electricity for 3 days, followed by a fight with my husband, followed by no internet when the power came back on, followed by my father falling and breaking his hip, compounded daily by the fact that this is obviously my fault for not having a job and being a worthless waste of space equals the square root of a nervous breakdown and borderline alcoholism.

That’s my current life in a nutshell. How are you?

I feel like summarizing my weekend in rant form.
It all started Thursday when I had a job interview in Boston for State Street (my FIRST interview in 2 months of job searching, mind you)…which went, IMO, the best it could have been. I’ve never had such a positive interview, and they were ready to hire me on the spot. Then the ball drops: Not only was the job in Quincy, but it was part-time…15hrs part time.  So I had to sadly turn that down. Good money for what it was I suppose, but I still wouldn’t have been able to afford the commuter rail pass.

So I then find myself wandering around Copley Place where the interview was, feeling really poor, and then leave relatively bummed. Come home, watch the Olympics, and pretty much go to bed.

Friday I actually remembered I needed to sew this psuedo-Prussian Curassier’s jacket and that it has to be in NYC by THIS Friday (22nd). But Ben is home and wants to run ‘a couple of errands’, which includes a swing by the fabric store and a painful stopover at a local jewelry store where I was able to sell off some of my gold and silver for a lot less than I thought I was going to get.

3 fracking hours later following Ben haggling at Play n’ Trade, an annoying phonecall from my dad bragging about how they finally got the house (The one they were turned down for when I was visiting them) and a coffee break at my mother-in-law’s, we get back home, and I’m hungry so we get pizza and I finally get started on the sewing, and get it to a good half way point until one of my friends have to crash over because his girlfriend’s mom is being ‘weird’. So he brings over beer, which I turn down because I’m working on this ridiculous jacket..we watch more Olympics, and go to bed and some ungodly hour.

Saturday…My house is a ghost town. Someone is setting up a BBQ in my backyard (which, in fact, is a parking area for the house.) and their grill and pavilion are right off of the back door. Apparently the guy who moved in downstairs is rather social…the next year is going to be interesting. Anyways, party downstairs, and me staring in frustration at this nightmare unfolding on my sewing table.

My sister was the first one to call me with the typical birthday greetings, following by a rousing speakerphone-chorus from my relatives on Long Island who were driving out to Atlantic City…Still no word from my parents, and they’re usually the ones to wake me up. 

Back to sewing, Olympics on mute, Tom Petty rocking on the comp…another phone call. It was the friend from last night with his other half, and weeee they’re coming over with food and booze and apparently we’ve had these plans for weeks and I knew nothing about it.

So I tell them that I was very busy, and very antisocial because of my work. If they wanted to come over it was their discretion and to check in with Ben at his job to see when he was coming home.

No more than 3 minutes later I get a call from Ben that was him basically yelling at me, “YOU TOLD THEM THEY WEREN’T ALLOWED OVER?!” Yes, like I was a parent who was grounded my kid and he wasn’t allowed to see his friends.

“No Ben, I’m very busy, and I’m having a difficult time with this pattern. I don’t feel like having to entertain company. Regardless of birthday or not. It’s just another day for me right now.”

*absolute silence except for background Gamestop noises*

“And you apparently don’t want to talk to me, so I’m going back to work now, kay bye.”

By now, I’m very aggravated, it’s getting later, and I couldn’t figure out what the pattern meant by “sew center back seam together at sewing line, baste pleat, turn and adjust ease.” when I didn’t have a sewing line, but rather a fold line, and the pattern seemed to have skipped the fact that I needed to attach the lining at the sides in this one part.

And then the icing on the cake…my parents finally call. Or rather, my dad again. “Oh hey, hahaha, we forgot your birthday, hahaha, we’re at the new house right now and hahahaha, your sister had to remind us because we’re sitting here in this AWESOME tiki hut in the backyard with your aunt and uncle and hahahaha we were like, ‘what’s so important about this day?’ and Jamie yelled at us, hahahahaha.”

“Thanks for caring dad. I’m a bit busy right now with this ridiculous sewing project…”

“Oh, you and your SEWING. HAHAHAHA. Don’t be such a drama queen.”

…Cell phone; meet the wall.

So once I get my phone back together, I text Ben and let him know that I’m going on a walk knowing that he would be home soon. I didn’t go as far as I normally do since I was in my flip flops and it was an annoying Waterfire night, but I easily did a mile and a half looping around downtown and coming back. I tried to calm down, but I just found myself getting angrier and angrier at the situation. So I go back upstairs through this BBQ of hungry looking college boys staring at me, to meet Ben who was doing the dishes and bought me flowers. This is when I decide to bust into tears and go into a minor nervous breakdown.

So he calms me down, and tries to help me with this pattern when low and behold the friends show up. They’re all like, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” And I give them the death glare.

So everyone is hiding in the kitchen while I’m here in the dining room looking up pattern reviews or anything I could to help me on this with no luck. One of my friends comes in and does the, “So what are you making and what do you want to drink?” and what starts in my normal tone of voice rolled into a squeaky sobby mess that made him back out of the room and then out of the house entirely.  

About an hour later, I finally figure out how to get it together, but it’s still not going smooth, because I get to do a lot of handsewing. So, I’m forced a Mudslide and a gross hamburger, and watch as Ben fails to make brownies…TWICE.

I finish the handsewing, I’m mad because of how it looks but I’m pulled away from it, being it was about 1am, for a game of Scene It, in which I obliterate everyone playing, and then go to bed.

And now yesterday…

I rip the whole bottom off of this jacket, and get it re-sewn. Then I have to figure out how to do the hems and trim. So I get trim tacked down after ripping more seams to get it to where it needed to go, and this takes me the better part of about 6 straight hours since it required a lot of pinning and making button holes. I finish up at a decent hour (before midnight-ish)

My brother calls in the afternoon…Now my brother doesn’t usually call me unless something really funny happens, he’s really stoned, or he’s bored, or all of the above. This was actually to rant about my parents and their new-found insanity for this house bullshit. He rants, I rant…In fact the first thing he asked was if my parents actually took the time from oogling over the new house to call me for my birthday if they even remembered. I told him the tale, and he groaned. He started a new job last week, and they have yet to ask him about it.

I know that getting a new house, especially buying one of your own is a big deal, but you shouldn’t really IGNORE your children over this, even if we’re all adults. The fact that my brother had to call me about this really bothers me. Apparently my mom is losing it again too, because now she’s pretty much insisting that my grandfather move in all of a sudden so she can take care of him and it’s not going over well with my dad. My sister is actually helping as much as she can, but she’s usually too flaky to realize how insane mom is anyway.

Throughout all of this, my computer decides that it wanted to shut itself down…every time I restart it before it finishes booting the start menu. So I get panicky, and it took two times in safe mode and the running of Ad-Aware, Spy-Bot, AVG and Avast. AVG went overnight, so I think it’s okay now…I hope anyway. I don’t have many other processes running right now but we’ll see in a bit.

Anyways, right, computer on the fritz, my mind on the fritz, and then I open the kitchen cabinet to have 2 glasses plummet down on me. I wasn’t cut, thank god, but glass went everywhere.

Unfortunately Ben started playing WoW again, so his reaction time has turned into a: *dead silence* “Ugh, I’ll be right there.” rather than a “OMFG ARE YOU OKAY?!” *runs to my aid* 

So I give up last night, wake up this morning and realize that one of the sides of the tunic’s lining is really screwy, and if it’s not fixed by me pressing it down, then I’m in trouble…and I have to pull the lining out and handsew it back in ALL OVER AGAIN. Fcuk this tailored jacket stuff!

Oh, in case you all are wondering, this is McCalls 4745, the same pattern that’s recommended as a starting point for the mens Imperial Officer uniform. Only no butt-pleats.

On top of that, I still don’t have the buttons.  I saw them at Lorraine’s on Friday, and have maybe barely enough money to get them. (They’re expensive silvertone shank buttons with the German coat of arms on them…I need 9 1″ and 6 5/8″…ugh.)

…Remember, this needs to be in my friend’s hands in Manhattan by Friday. Thank the maker even if I ship it first class it should still only take a day…he’s getting Express. I’m not taking any chances.

And yes, I’ll get pictures once the buttons are in place.

…And I hope Hurricane Fay blows my parents’ tiki hut to pieces.