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You aren't going to tell us which lovely fragrence you chose? Happy New Year, dear Bess! I have loved 2004 just because we looked forward most of the year to meeting and then, of course, the actual event. All good things come your way.
If nothing makes you happier than being with those who love you, then prepare for SERIOUS DELIGHT when we get together in the spring!
By Okay, I have to ask, which scent did you pick? I'm hooked on their Cotton Blossom, it's light enough to layer and office-friendly, it doesn't smell like perfume, it's just very fresh and clean (good after a long day out on some site visit). Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom] Friday, December 31, 2004 Nothing, and I mean Nothing, can lift your spirits as fast as being with people who are really glad to see you. My visit with Mom and Dad, while brief, was so wonderful. BD came with me. We have a dear friend who needed his help moving some bulky things (with a Move-By-Saturday deadline attached) so we took the truck. I forgot that doing anything with BD takes lots longer than doing it myself and we didn’t get to M&D’s till nigh on to noon, but we had a gentle lunch and some good conversation till early afternoon when we drove across town to D&P’s. Good news on both fronts, for the guys got the heavy stuff moved and P took me to the mall where I could return the last of the rejected MOG dresses. I haven’t been in a store since before Christmas and things are pretty well picked over, but marked waaaaaaay down. I had one last purchase to make - my New Year’s Day bubble bath - which is all part of the New Year’s Day Routine. Bath and Body Works had a nice scent that was light enough to layer, using bubble bath and lotion, so I am completely prepared for one of my favorite days of the year: the day of New Beginnings. But today is the Auld Lang Sine day. I’m going in to the gym early and getting groceries as well. There’s an enormous ham bone that is begging for dried peas. I may peek into some of our local shops to see what they have on sale. Probably check out a movie or two. The Christmas Tree is still so pretty I hate the thought of taking it down. But the living room is so utterly cluttered I’ll be glad to do so. And this year the tree performs an encore later in the month. It will go in a shed in a bucket of water. And on that I shall say no more. Sunday I pull out TheWeddingDress and snip the lining out, re-sew the left back bodice facing, see if I can tighten up the stitches at the point, replace the lining and then mark the hem. I couldn’t possibly finish the hem on Sunday but I can get a lot of it done and hand sewing hems has grown into one of my favorite sewing tasks. It’s a time to reflect and stroke and sort of bid good bye to a project. Who would believe there's only three weeks and a day till TheWedding? Like another Christmas rush all over again. posted by Bess | 7:51 AM 0 Comments:Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom] Thursday, December 30, 2004 Yes, LWLY, it does help. A lot. Thank you, all of you, for your warmth. It went a long way towards keeping me out of navyblue. So did talking some things over with BD. So did a trip to Richmond with S and a visit to the Durer exhibition at the Virginia Museum (oFA). This quite nice little museum has a very friendly membership option for folk who don’t live in Richmond and S has been a member forever. I am always intending to join but get home and loose the paperwork or just plain forget. I believe that will be one of my New Year’s Resolutions - to join the durn museum. Anyway, the exhibit was wonderful. There were a few other woodcuts by contemporaries or students and they formed a stunning contrast to Durer’s work. His are so much deeper, more three dimentional - so much more delicate in detail and rich in texture. It was fun to see the variety of faces he used, especially when the same face would pop up in several different prints, now a court flunky, now a peasant in the crowd, now a jeering soldier at the base of the cross. What a thrill to see the originals of these familiar pictures. Happily, S is always glad to drive so I got to knit on BD’s socks till the light failed. I think I’m ready to start the heel flap. I really ought to pull out Priscilla A. Gibson-Roberts’s book and master her heel technique. That too can go on the NYR list. Speaking of NYRs, I picked up, not one, but two notebooks yesterday at Office Max. I’m not sure what it is about new notebooks, so full of promise, of possiblities, so very hopeful, but I can’t imagine a January first without having a brand new one to fill with hopes and ideas. As I’ve said before, I have dozens of notebooks full of the Januaries of my life. No reason to be different this year. Another tool in my arsenal for keeping the blues at bay is visiting people who are glad to see me. BD and I will be off to Richmond again to have lunch with my folks and then go by D&P’s (P of TheWedding) for an afternoon visit-with-chores. The guys have heavy lifting chores that involve trucks and I am going to wheedle P into taking me out to the malls to return unwanted MOG dresses. Let us hope I can return both dresses to the same store, even though I got them at different branches of the same company. I’ll call first, of course. Oh! and this will mean another long drive-with-knitting! That’s a good thing too. I didn’t do quite so well staying within my daily WW limits yesterday, but I’m still well within the overall weekly parameters. I see, also, there is time for me to get in a brisk morning walk before we need to head off to the city - but only if I jump off here. Eh bien. Adieu mes amis. posted by Bess | 7:30 AM 4 Comments:
Dear Heart, VirgoSis here understands completely! I too am back on the WW wagon...as a year off has put too many lbs on! We can do this...make the lists, tick off the Finished Objects, compare notes, say a little prayer...
Big hugs from someone who's back on the WW Wagon myself...no more of this "can't make the meeting for work" for pity's sakes, Amie, you know what the food plan is, whether or not they see your face every week. There's just no reason for letting my health go the way I have...
Sweets,
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May I be an honorary Virgo? I totally get the self-recrimination thing. Will it help to conquer the blueness to remember how many people adore you?
By Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom] Wednesday, December 29, 2004 I’ve been feeling a little blue the past few days. Unfortunately, when that happens I can quickly slide downhill into a pit of self criticism only another Virgo could understand. An internal audit of recent behavior doesn’t uncover any blatant sinning on my part so I am assuming the blue devils have a dietary origin. Another WW meeting offered plenty of reason to feel low as I watched the scale creep upwards yet again. Time to attack this enveloping fog before it completely darkens my life and dims the lives of everybody who has to be around me. List making is one of the things that can help me ward off impending doom or slog my way through it if it overruns my defensive ramparts. First off: there is entirely too much chocolate in my house - heck - in my life. I believe I am developing a psycho-allergy to the stuff. The combination of a deep seated belief that chocolate ought to be a treat and the depressing effect of it’s chemical reaction in my system is enough to trigger all sorts of downward spirals. I believe I shall have to banish it from my life - at least temporarily. Second: there is not enough exercise in my life. I have known this for months - ever since I got slapped with strep throat last fall. The string of minor, but tangling ailments that followed, coupled with WeddingDressAngst just about eliminated physical activity from my days. That is at an end. Starting now, 30 minutes daily is as non-negotiable as my morning coffee or water or sleep. No matter how much anybody whines that “I’m never home”; no matter how much trouble it all seems, never less than a walk out to the mile point will be permitted - rain or shine. Believe me, I’m well equipped to fulfill this since I have great walking trails around my home, a gym membership and home equipment - really there’s no excuse for not exercising daily. Third: my days feel unplanned, as if I have to wing it, responding to stimuli, not making deliberate choices. If I were on some golden beach, beneath blue skies, with handsome young men bringing me fruity drinks on trays that would not be a bad thing. Alas, Mon-Fri I am supposed to be at work, and my weekends for the next few weeks also have their claim me. Yet each day feels like a foggy evening. The only cure for this is to map out the day. The first half hour of each day must be given over to planning, not just at work, but for a while, even on the weekends. Mind now, I actually like scheduling things, even scheduling goof off time. Come February I can revisit the weekend duty but till TheWedding I better keep things pretty tightly focused. Fourth: get with the WW plan. It’s a wonderful program for someone like me, not just because its food recommendations are so sensible, but because it has a list of strategies for dealing with the emotional side of food. There are 10 little “tools for life” they offer and I will pick one each week and concentrate on incorporating that into my life. The first one is to set your goal and I’m going to put some serious thought into just what it is I want. Spending time thinking about me and what I want can be a bit of pampering I can give myself each day. Fifth: and not the least of them, either - it’s time to pray. My prayer is deeply personal, lots of folk wouldn’t even call it praying, but it’s my thing and, like exercising, its another one of those utterly good things to do that for some reason is easy to put off till later. Suddenly later becomes long ago and I find myself looking up and wondering where I am. Worse yet - I am usually lingering out in space, like Wile E Cyotee, run off the cliff and about to crash to the ground below. So. There’s my list. I think I’ll print it out and carry it around with me. Hmm. I feel a little better already. Sort of medium blue instead of navy. posted by Bess | 7:50 AM 0 Comments:Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom] Tuesday, December 28, 2004 It is so durn cold this morning I can’t offer my usual erudition and wit. I’ll just kick out a quick update on ThingsInTheCountry. It was good to go back to work if only to stop grazing in the kitchen. It was a slow day - in fact, the whole month has been extraordinarily slow at work, and for the first time in ages the circulation stats are down. Hmmm. There is a glimmer of something in my brain about that - best spend some time pondering. I am reading an interesting new biography of Josiah Wedgwood. It is not well written, but it offers an interesting point of view about the dissenting religions (Wedgwood was a Methodist Dissenter) and their belief in the possibility of the improvement of man - and as such - man’s lot - and the role they played in igniting the scientific research that fueled the industrial revolution. It must have been a welcome relief from either the Catholic and Episcopal orthodoxy that kept every man in his place or the depressing Calvinistic doctrine of predestination. Ugh. In another life I dabbled in pottery and still do love dishes more than any other piece of household furniture. I think the main reason I was in such a hurry to grow up and move into my own place was so that I could have my own dishes. I have loved Wedgwood, Spode, Meisen, you name it - since I was about 8. I even own some! Reading about the rise of the Staffordshire potteries is fascinating - even if the author is so PC he won’t even make a statement unless he can verify it with irritatingly superfluous quotes. Sheesh! It really is all right make claims in a biography - and it’s far more succinct. While chipping away at the mountain of books returned over the weekend I succumbed to the temptation of a little Christmas mystery story by Monica Ferris, Crewel Yule. It rode home with me and I started it last night. It’s just a tiny fluff of a story but it’s fun. I’ll finish it tonight. And hooray for me, I found the missing socks; the socks made from Jen’s yarn that are supposed to be for BD. They were in my gym bag, which lives in the car. No wonder I couldn’t find them anywhere in the house. So now I have a choice of little projects to play with. I shall be riding to the city both tomorrow and Thursday so there will be plenty of time to knit. Let us hope they don’t languish too long in Second Sockdom. posted by Bess | 7:40 AM 4 Comments:Yes, I know the drill too, but my inner drill sergeant is AWOL! My small canine drill sergeant is very helpful though, he's pestering me even as I type this. I will bundle up in sweats and take him around the lake. It's been a fattening few days, and the awful cold rainy weather didn't exactly discourage sloth and gluttony. Time to clean up our acts! Your Christmas/Boxing Day sound like mine! Lovely food, lovely gifts, lovely family...Two of our Darlings drive north to Edmonton today, having arrived overnight on Saturday (entirely too short a visit, but they have to work tomorrow). The other (DS) will be filling this house with testosterone the rest of this week (though GF is supposed to arrive Friday to calm him somewhat!)...And I know I put my own Drill Sergeant somewhere.... :-) My own not-so-little-furry-drill-seargeant is too strong for me to do drills with myself - he's pulled loose from GB a few times - but it means we'll be working with him some more on his leash-work, and I'm feeling so ...umm.. FLUFFY can we call it? that I'm yanking out the treadmill that I've ignored since getting a dog... seems silly to walk on that when I've got someone literally panting at my heels, but it must be done... Amie, is he cooperative enough to get a Halti collar on him? That's the one that goes over the dog's head (some older dogs resist this entire concept). It makes it a lot easier to control a dog with that kind of four-wheel drive power, he can't put his neck and chest into pulling and it's easier to explain Walk Nice when you're not gasping to control him. (I had a big strong dog, can you tell?) Murphy's Issue is the opposite, he's so small and so heat-sensitive, we didn't walk for months when it was so hot, stormy, etc. We both gained weight, he's up about a pound, which on a tiny dog is a HUGE gain. We will be walking while the weather is this nice, for sure! Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom] Monday, December 27, 2004 What is the day after boxing day called, anyway? This year I call it Monday, and Monday means I’m off to work in a couple of hours. My biggest tasks this week will consist of checking in the mountain of books that were put into the book drop over the past 4 days. The rest of the time will be spent emptying files of dated material and the never ending cataloging that lurks behind the most efficient looking circulation desk of any library. Happily, we get another 4 day weekend this week. I will be spoiled rotten before the new year. Our Christmas day was leisurely and caloric, with present opening in the morning (it was a jewel laden Christmas for me, since I had specifically requested PrettyThings) and again right before dinner, when TheDarlings and BH joined us for roast beast and Yorkshire pudding. I made a double batch of the pudding this year and there was only one piece left as I cleared the table. I also made a cake and it was as dry as toast. It’s been well over 2 years since I baked a cake and I just don’t remember much about baking. Funny how one’s hands can forget things like how bread dough or cake batter is supposed to feel when it is just right. Baking with flour is a magical thing and while one can follow a recipe, if one doesn’t get just the right tactile sensations while it’s being made, even before the dough or batter is popped into the oven, the knowledge that it will come back out tough and/or dry will have already lodged itself into the conscious part of the brain. I knew the way the batter handled in the mixing bowl that this cake wasn’t going to be good. If I’d trusted my feelings, something I ought to do most of the time, I’d have poured some orange juice on it (or some Grand Marnier) before I frosted it. Instead I just loaded it up with a fudge frosting, and that’s really the only part people enjoyed. The upside of the dry cake, though, is that I shan’t eat any more of it. That is a particularly high upside too - since I have been dithering and shirking and failing at my healthy lifestyle for a long time now - since September in fact. I will give myself some slack about the downward slide, because over the past few months I’ve had a series of the oddest ailments - contagious things and balance things. And TheWedding has absorbed vast amounts of available time and prompted the most awful stress eating - that mindles gnoshing one does without even realizing it. Nevertheless, the scales have revealed all - and it isn’t pretty. I went to WW last Tuesday and I know what the benchmark is - now let us see if some resolve and some discipline can turn things around. Today I begin repair work on the bod, beginning with a nice healthy breakfast and a visit to the gym at lunchtime. Buried in some corner of my purse is my WW daily record book. I know the drill. I just have to find my inner drill sergeant. I’m on a WeddingDress hiatus right now. I know this is good because I’m already willingly committed to ripping out the lining and fixing that little glitch I didn’t like but had thought to ignore. But I can’t go fiberless for more than a few days so last night I cast on a pair of socks. That is because I couldn’t find the pair I cast on for BD a couple of weeks ago. This pair is for me - an Opal sock yarn with a wavy K,P design on it. And so - Good Monday To You. posted by Bess | 7:46 AM 4 Comments:Merry Christmas to you and yours, fellow early riser! Have a lovely serene day, and remember, Christmas Calories Don't Count! ;-) Dearest Bess, have the best of Christmases. Thinking of you and all the fun of the year is making my holiday merry and bright. I'll write soon. Merry Christmas, Miss Bess! Sending you all my love from a crisp and sunny Northeast.
Bess! Merry Christmas to you also! Keep us posted on the wedding planning; its so much fun to hear about! Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom] Saturday, December 25, 2004 MERRY CHRISTMASThough it is a special holiday, the body follows it's comfortable routine so I am awake and surfing the net while I sip my coffee. BD is snuggled all safe in his bed, while two dogs believe they have gone to heaven, curled up next to him. Today we shall have a little Christmas gift opening in the morning and a brisk walk in the frosty coldness. Dinner will be around 5-ish, with the Young Darlings and BH as our guests. There will be phone calls to distant loved ones and wonderful books to read (I'm reading a new biography of Josiah Wedgewood). Somewhere in this leisurely day I will weave in all the ends of Bride's Christmas socks - the only knitting I've done in months. And Christmas music will play all day long. I wish all my wonderful knitterly and bloggerly friends the most loving of all Christmasses. posted by Bess | 7:25 AM 5 Comments:Merry Christmas, Darling Bess! Hugs to you, BD, LD and BTB (Bride to Be) too! May you have a year that is richly blessed with all good things! Oh, how I love the movie White Christmas, too! Haven't seen it in awhile though.
I rented Elf and Love Actually this morning, and we'll watch those (along with White Christmas, which I own) tonight while wrapping gifts (and knitting until my fingers bleed to get this last gift finished)
Another cool Christmas tradition: the itty-bitty car & the tree - love it.
By The happiest of Christmases to you and Ed, dear. My life is SO much better for having you in it!
By Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom] Friday, December 24, 2004 Thankee thankee for the encouraging words about TheMOGDress. I’m still grinning at my triumph. I haven’t thought about TheWedding for 24 hours now, either. We went ahead and had our Christmas time squabble on Wednesday night - along with most of the rest of the families I know who are the unfortunate victims of that particular sort of tension. Nice to have gotten that out of the way. The refrigerator is full of high dollar food. There are food gifts as well, rich indulgences that seem to say "Christmas" to the Haile family. A perfect tree was found not 3 miles from home. The Christmas Fairy jumped in my mouth and asked BD why he insists upon taking the subcompact car to get the tree when we have a nice full sized pick-up truck (instead of my usual grumbling and arguing and getting ticked off) and he prevaricated, with moist eyes and faint blush on rugged cheek, finally muttering that it is our Family Tradition (?!?) - it is how we traditionally get the tree - that we’ve only had a truck for 5 years but all the other years we’ve brought the tree home on the top of the car. Lawsee - the penny dropped! “You mean it gives you that Christmas feeling? Well - that’s the best reason in the world for doing something” assured the ENFP wife, who will never again suggest we do the sensible thing and take the truck when we skulk down back roads looking for ThePerfectTree. Why do I ever forget that Mr.Sentimental clings so tightly to ThingsWeDidBefore? We had spitty stormy weather all day, that eventually collapsed into serious rain, but not till P came and not till we’d put up the tree. While I was stringing the lights (this year’s tree is not so tall as most others, though it’s better shaped) the power blinked, then went out and we had only dusky winter light for the next hour or so. A balmy south wind had brought us the rain and it was blowing a bit. Some limb must have blown onto a power line. Today it dawned frosty cold, right at a fitting, Christmas Eve 32º. Last night I sighed and wept my way through White Christmas - my favorite of all the Christmas movies. Sometime over the weekend I’ll also watch Meet Me In St. Louis, which I like alright because it has such great stage settings. I don’t plan on going to town again till Sunday or Monday. I would like to think all the shopping is done, although that does mean Santa isn’t filling stockings this year. But one never knows. It’s just possible I will go try to make Santa for us. Certainly the house is full of gifts. The Young Darlings will join us for Christmas dinner on Saturday but I don’t know if they are coming over for Oyster Stew tonight. And today - besides cleaning the house - I might just bake a coconut cake. posted by Bess | 8:20 AM 4 Comments:
Lucky again! That you look good in beige, I mean. I don't wear the brown spectrum well -- except dark chocolate, that is... Yay for the perfect MOG dress! How wonderful that you and GD love it!
Congrats, dear heart, on finding the perfect MOG outfit! Sounds gorgeous.
By Yay! Congratulations! Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom] Tuesday, December 21, 2004 Let us speak now of beige. The OED defines it as “A shade of colour like that of undyed and unbleached wool; yellowish-grey” and give an instance from the Daily News of March 1899 “The creamy lace will be deep enough in tint to be beige.” Another quote just thee years previous: “The colour of grass lawn is technically known as beige. In 1899 that same source assures us that “Beige is the coolest possible colour”. How timely that such a quaint idea translates into the hip jargon of my youth. Then there is this lovely quote from the British Weekly of June 24, 1926. “The dress of beige lace is very much liked just now.” Of course, like any hue, there is Beige and then there is Beige. Just ask Catherine, of the Cream-in-My-Coffee wall paint, which is not to be confused with the Coffee-in-My-Cream or the Coffee-Spilled-On-My-White-Silk-Blouse. All of them are beige. There are grey beiges and yellow beiges and pinkish beiges. There is a beige for every possible complexion and most social events. Alas, beige has many unpopular connotations. Think here: beige personality; beige food, from both good and bad perspectives. Republican beige, in blue states, is an object of mocking disdain. But remember, beige is also the new black - so I am assured after a quick scan with the metacrawler search screen. But most of all, beige is what the Mother of the Groom wears, along with an inscrutable smile - so I am assured by every MOG article I can find. And since the only other options out there in the dress up clothing sections are black, plum, navy and white, it is fortunate that I happen to look very good in beige. Especially a beige with some warmth to it. Those who know or love me well enough to have [virtually or irl] peeked into my closet are aware of the 4 other MOG dresses I’ve already purchased. I’ve returned one, will take back another, am tempted to keep the third and intend to keep the fourth - it was a beaded silk summer dress marked down to $45 - and I am sure there will be some summer event I’ll be invited to, sometime, that is fancy enough for beaded silk. TheWedding is looming and I am running out of free weekends and vacation days and the thought of facing the shops once again, only to be swathed in black or otherwise disappointed on my fashion quest has begun to drag on my spirits. Clothing matters to me, perhaps a little too much, and dressing for an event is near the top of the things-that-are-important-to-me list. I can’t really say I admire, nor have I ever wanted to be, one of those women who just toss on anything old thing, even if I can be impressed by their nonchalance. For me, clothing is an important part of every setting and I like to have just the right thing at just the right time. Shopping in our little town has consisted of Walmart sole, for about a decade. A few years ago a funny little southern chain department store opened, but they don’t run to evening wear or otherwise dress up stuff. Just this summer a small boutique opened up, a surprise of a shop with a delightful collection of gift/jewelry/toiletry/clothing at reasonable prices. I picked up a very chichi suede jacket with such a fluff of a fur collar for my birthday and always feel very Dynasty when I’m wearing it. I check the shop about every other week because you just never know what you might find there. So, on Monday, when P was visiting, I dragged her upstairs to see those suede jackets - I knew they had one in a blue that she really ought to own - and what do you suppose was hanging on the rack? Yes. Beige beaded silk blouse with matching crepe skirt - in my size! Yep. 25% off. Yep. Almost exactly like the grape beaded silk I’d returned already, because the color made me look like a corpse in a purple shroud. Not too tight, so I can enjoy TheWeddingFood. Not too loose, so that I looked shapeless. Not too long, it was a petite and I wonder when 5’6” became petite. I don’t have to have the skirt hemmed. I love it when I can find a petite size that’s big enough around, because usually the cut between ribcage and hip actually fits me better. But I don’t wear a P10 - and often that’s is big as petite sizes go. Best of all, it is the beige that makes my skin glow. No new makeup needed, no fidding or tweaking. Just the perfect warm energizing beige. No fading into the background, but no hogging any of Bride's limelight either. So. Victory at last. I have my dress and my shoes and I think I’ll borrow one of P’s beaded bags to carry and won’t I just look splendid. Bride saw it and was so happy because she wouldn’t have told me to not wear the winter white suit. She knows how hard it’s been to find something and how little time we have left, but she didn’t want me to. TheWeddingFairy tossed dust at last. I am sure it is reward for my dedicated WeddingDressSewing. Today is my last day of work before a long Chirstmas weekend. It will be spent doing absolutely nothing and wondering why anybody would want to check out a book when he’s going to get one for a gift in 3 days. Still. I must be there and besides, it’s payday. I love December with all it’s short work weeks. posted by Bess | 5:21 PM 4 Comments:
I vividly remember that perilous walk, my dear! I believe that "scared shootless" covers the subject. Thanks for sharing those pics - brings back the lovely memory of visiting you and BD and your wonderful habitat.
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By Oh, *sigh*... wishing I was there (and it looked and felt like THAT) right now...
Bess, thanks for the lovely summer via photo! It's -10C here and to be colder (though sunny!) tomorrow...True Canadian winter. The skiers are thrilled! Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom] Monday, December 20, 2004 It's freeeeezing cold down here in the sunny south. While cleaning up the clutter in the living room, preparatory to getting our tree I came across these photos. They are from a few years ago, but feel so much like summer I thought I'd treat everybody to some seasonal time travel. 
This is the magical entrance to a woodsy path that will take you down to the pier. 
At the end of the path is another forest doorway, out onto the marsh. 
The pier takes you out to Jacob's Gut and the boats. Just think, LWLY made that intrepid walk down the plank one summer. You're a sport, LWLY! 
At the end of the pier you'll find a choice of boating opportunities. In the canoe is Ike the Dog. He was with us only 4 short years but he filled our lives with a special magic. posted by Bess | 1:05 PM 0 Comments:Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom] Man, it’s cold as blue blazes out there and worse than that, a fierce wind is blowing. I’m not particularly bothered by cold but I hate wind and I despise cold wind. Crumbs. But we got a pretty little dusting of snow with this cold snap and the whole front yard is white with it. Like sugar coating on Christmas cookies, our world has been transformed from ordinary leaf strewn front yard to glistening greeting card photo op.There is good news and bad news. The bad news is that I didn’t finish the petticoat yesterday so I couldn’t mark the hem. I’m not sure if I didn’t finish it because work expands to fill the time you have and Bride didn’t get over here till about 4 o’clock and I’d forgotten to measure how long to make the petticoat - or I didn’t finish it because I am tired of sewing. What I do know is that when Bride tried it on it was the perfect length but she wanted more layers in the skirt part. (The part from waist to hip is a single layer of soft silk twill shirting.) I’d used up all I had in the house. Even though P is coming from the city and has offered to bring me more netting, I am ready for a break. And so - all is packed up till after Christmas. Or at least, till after I get some Christmas stuff done. While I did not finish everything by Christmas, which was my fervent desire, I am very far along with it all and there will be some time after the holidays for sewing. In fact, if I put a rein on my clutter scattering I might - just might - be able to work on the dress during the coming days off. The petticoat isn’t nearly so fragile that I couldn’t sew on it amdist Christmas clutter and the hemming can be marked upstairs in LD’s old room and sewn on in some less sloppy part of the house. Besides, I will probably sew the dress into a sheet-sac and hem, by hand, only the part that sticks out of the opening. The good news is that the alterations I made at the waistline were Ab-So-Lute-Ly Perfect. The dress is so pretty that I get all teary when I look at Bride in it. It’s just, well, what more can one say. It’s her dream come true. But now it’s time to do some Christmas things. I’m ready for a change anyway. After I packed away TheWeddingDress paraphernalia I quickly stirred up some rum balls and bourbon balls. These are really easy cookies to make, since there’s no baking. I remember when I was a child, my Aunt Sharon would always bring rum balls to my grandmother’s New Year’s Eve party. How a perfectly sensible and nice aunt could so ruin good chocolate cookies by putting that awful whiskey in them was a horrifying mystery to me. How fortunate I grew up and became intimate with those adult secret rites of taste. These particular sugar plums are now packed in decorative little tins, to be given to the volunteers at work. Nearly all the gift buying/making is done, but nothing is wrapped. I think I can finish the last few bits of shopping here in town - lawsee, I hope so. But if I have to go to the city, I can probably slip over to Richmond early Thursday morning and be back with plenty of time to go find a Christmas tree and decorate it. Finding the tree always involves driving at 10 miles an hour down the back roads here in Essex till we see just what we are looking for. Cutover timberland is the best - especially if it was cut about 5 years ago. That’s when the spruce pines are about 10 feet tall and, if you are lucky, evenly branched. Evenly for us, that is - they are nothing like the perfectly grown tree farm trees. Our trees are always interestingly gapped with holes that get filled with dozens of ornaments hung on different length cords, ribbons and strings. I’ve been looking over the land as I drive to work, all month, and I’ve seen a lot of good possibilities. Sometimes we find them on our own land, sometimes we - ahem - pilfer. This year, I believe we’ll find what we want on land owned by someone we know and will call him and ask for permission. I have never seen anybody decorate a tree like ours. It’s got ornaments from BD’s 1940’s childhood, even some war-time home made things. It has the Santa I made in first grade out of one of Daddy’s Lucky Strike cigarette boxes. It has the bread dough ornaments I made when we lived in the yurt and didn’t have electricity. (Oh - I just suddenly had the multi-cultural mental image of a Christmas tree in a yurt!) It has an assortment of little toys on ribbons, home-made decorations made when LD was a tot and a school boy, and a good sprinkling of new things too. There is no theme to it other than a lavish glittery excess. I used to worry that it wasn’t “decorated” but now I wouldn’t have it look any other way. It’s a magic toyland full of elfin surprises. In the attic are a number of other magical Christmas surprises - including a large candle carousel - one of those windmill type things that spins when the heat from candle flames causes a mini-updraft. I actually have so many Christmas decorations I never bring them all down. Some are truly intended to delight children and we don’t have children at the moment. Those are among the ones that stay upstairs - waiting till our grandchild era arrives. Others are essential to the holiday - the crèche, the wicker star, the tree shaped platter painted like stained glass. So - I am ready for happy Christmas activities - though TheWedding is still large upon the scene. P is coming today to look at the church. Wonderful RF, the minister, has promised to drop the key by the library this morning and Bride, P and I will slip up there this afternoon. And I am glad to be going back to work, too. I’ve been there so little since Thanksgiving - and used up so much annual leave! I’m saving 4 days for the wedding, but I believe I shan’t have a day of leave left after that. Ah well. There is nothing I would rather spend my leave on than TheWedding. Now, off I go to wrap up gifts. posted by Bess | 6:07 AM 0 Comments:Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom] Sunday, December 19, 2004 WOO WOO! It’s finished! All but the hem. It’s hanging by its little ribbon loops with a sheet pinned around it to keep it clean. Yes yes yes! Yesterday was such a productive one. Bride dropped by in the early a.m. and I did another fitting, determining the waist needed to be taken in a good inch on each side. Fortunately, the skirt is attached below the natural waistline so that is an easy adjustment to make. We pulled out all the rest of the outfit; shoes, headdress, little fur bolero - and she tried them on. Yum. It’s delicious. And the Boy Darlings fluttered around like a couple of bemused and besotted puppies. There is nothing quite so cute as drooling fallen-in-love men. Papa’s heart is as swollen as if she were his very own daughter. Son thinks he’s gazing at the sugar plum fairy princess. And I feel like Glenda the good witch who made it all happen. It’s the strangest thing to feel utter delight when the two men, who have always been mine, get all gaga over another woman. Usually when BD gets all soppy over a pretty woman it irks me. He doesn’t do it often and it doesn’t mean anything other than the cauldron of childhood fantasy, hormones, and esthetics is bubbling a bit. He’s so transparent and, I’ll admit it, clumsy, I can’t really stay ticked off. But this same reaction towards Bride is somehow darling and precious and actually something we share. And of course, I would hope that LD was all soppy - I’d be pretty upset if he weren’t. I’ve never had that sort of attachment to him. So, we stood in admiration while she turned this way and that in front of the mirror. Then she asked me if I could make her something to wear on her shoulders. I’ll confess. The thought of having to come up with more WeddingAttire made my stomach turn over. I really want to be done with the pressure. But she assures me that it is considered tacky for a bride in a strapless gown to walk down the isle without something on her shoulders. (?!?!) Most brides wear a veil but she's wearing a headdress. What I think she really ment was that it might be slightly improper, not tacky, to go so bare shouldered down the isle of a church. I’ll confess, I’ve never been a fan of strapless gowns, not now, and not any other time they’ve been in fashion. Since I know that reaction is hugely personal, not necessarily esthetically defensible, I don’t even have an much of an opinion about other people wearing them. I don’t like butterbeans either, and I’m assured by the entire rest of the world that they are delicious. I tried to use my formidable reason to explain that if one is wearing a strapless gown one ought not to put a jacket over top of it. The point of a strapless style was that it be strapless. If one wanted one’s shoulders covered, one wore a gown with shoulders and sleeves. It was a forlorn and futile effort. Besides the fact that I can’t resist her silent pleading eyes, I, too, feel an ever so slight discomfort about all that bare skin inside a church, especially in the dead of winter. There was a pile of cut up bits of organza; leftover pieces of the original gored overskirt. I took one skirt piece and began pinning it onto her arm - it came to the middle of her back. Another skirt piece pinned from wrist to center back created an interesting sort of architectural cloud around her shoulders. Where the fabric went across the back of her neck it folded down into a sort of collar that then flared out at an angle, framing her face, creating an Elizabethan effect. Where it was joined in the center back the bottom half flared open. Two darts at each elbow allowed the arms to move freely without causing the fabric to pull across the back. Well. She is right. This is an essential piece to the whole outfit. It must be. I know I won't be able to get it finished before Christmas, but it shan’t be too hard to put together after the holidays. And really, truly - this is absolutely necessary, now that I’ve seen how it looks. I was too distracted to take proper measurements yesterday and she won’t be over here till late today, so I can’t really put it together today - but I am going to be busy enough as it is. We discussed jewelry and she, a subscriber to the doctrine of less is more, thought perhaps just earrings. Her headdress has little clear teardrop shaped beads in it and I have a pair of teardrop shaped Austrian crystal earrings, brought home from Vienna by LD one Christmas when he was a teen. They are the perfect touch. They will be The Something Borrowed. The fact that they had been selected by Groom for HisMother was a precious bonus. It was hard for her to take the dress off and she spent a long time turning this way and that before the mirror, but at last she relinquished the vision and I could get down to work. Lots and lots of handsewing yesterday, but I got it all done; zipper, bodice lining, tiny rolled him in the overskirt placket opening, ribbon straps - the whole thing. It’s pressed now and hung away and today’s task will be the petticoat. Alas, I only have white netting. I’m really flummoxed about this because I know it isn’t important if the petticoat is white, and not vanilla, but I’m having the worst time letting go of EverythingTheSameColor-Itis. Still - I’m going to make the durn thing because I can’t mark the hem of the dress unless we know how far out the skirt will stand and by golly I want that dress utterly and completely finished. One of the few tasks I can do in the evenings, unless I’m really dead dog tired, is to hem. I actually enjoy the tiny repetitive motions of hem stitches. They’re a little like the tiny repetitive movements of knitting. The petticoat is just 2 tiers of net ruffles sewn into two silk panels that tie around the waist. It’s entirely feasible to imagine completion this week. And now, my dear friends - I know you all want to see this confection, whipped up in a frenzy of Southern hubris, but, aside from the fact that I don’t yet have a photo, I’m not altogether sure Bride doesn’t want the final unveiling to be a surprise. Nobody who lives around here reads this blog - the only people coming to the wedding who do are my mother and P, who’s catering the wedding anyway. Still, Bride may want it to be a surprise. I’ll ask her tonight and if she says yes I’ll get a picture up here in a day or two. If not - you’ll have to wait, like the wedding guests, till after January 22. I packed everything up around 4 and, stiff with sitting so long, crept upstairs and took a long hot shower and a brief meditative nap. Afterwards we went to a friend’s house for a Christmas Carol Party. She is our resident Martha Stewart - and I mean that in all the most fabulous and complimentary ways. The Martha Stewart of her first book, not the tragic one. LauraAnne isn’t all that different from MS - with a combination of money, education and artistic skill to create exquisite food, settings, and displays. She will cater or do flowers for select events. She’s a GardenClubOfVirginia daffodil judge. Her parties are really a treat. She is the only person I know who can make a setting worthy of a magazine layout without making it feel like a prop - but like a lavish gift to her friends. And boy was that ever the break I needed. An hour of lusty singing is almost as good as a gym workout for clearing the head. Talking with people was a perfect antidote to 3 days of hand stitching. I’m refreshed and ready to get down to business today. I believe I’ll pen her a little thank you note, and let her know the important part she played in TheWeddingDress. posted by Bess | 7:30 AM 2 Comments:
Sorry I missed your post yesterday, or I would have left you a supportive comment, too. :-)
Honey bun,
By Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom] Saturday, December 18, 2004 Thank you so much, my dear, dear friends. I knew when I whined on yesterday’s post that it was a huge indulgence. There was a moment when I almost deleted it, but then, after all, the blog is mine, for my use, and I really needed a Bunch-0-Hugs and just couldn’t bring myself to ask outright for them. I could only whine and wheedle. Thank you, one and all, for hearing the need and responding. And yesterday was a better day. For one, the custody hearing was receding into the background. For two - I made a crucial decision. There will be no Christmas tree on Sunday. I will need every bit of both weekend days to work on this dress. We can go find a tree and decorate it on Thursday. I’ve got that day off, as well as Friday, and since this year I’m picking up my Christmas dinner food on Wednesday, I don’t have to do a single other thing those days, except, maybe wrap presents. Just releasing myself from that “goal” made a huge difference in my attitude. I think I knew all along I was going to have to snip something off the ToDoList, and I really knew it would have to be the tree. There was only a little pang of regret and then the relief flooded in. But most important of all - the part of TheWeddingDress that was starting to look so amateurish suddenly decided to act professional. All I actually completed yesterday was the attaching of the skirt to the bodice, but that is no small feat. Picture to yourself, a line that forms a long, pointed "V". That's what I had to sew both a gored skirt (meaning curved and slanted line) and a gathered skirt (a straight line) into. I had to sew the fabric into that V and it make it come to a sharp point, not a U and there is a side seam in both skirt and bodice right at the tip. That means lots of seam allowance (excess fabric) meets at this intersection. It means doing a lot of cutting away of that excess fabric, but without snipping so close that a hole forms in one of those seams. Who would believe it would take 2 hours to sew a skirt to a bodice? Well, now, that’s not actually true. I spent a good hour or so picking out gathering stitches and damp pressing the holes out of the fabric. But then I painstakingly stitched that skirt down. What a relief that was. BD was home in the morning and when I finished with the skirt I took a stroll out to the kitchen and laughingly told him I had to put my head under the faucet. He reached out and turned it on - and I really did - Just like Beethoven, I stuck my head under the cold running water - and you know what? I did feel better. Till I got a headache from the cold. By then we were laughing and falling into each other and I was crying a little. After a little rest I pinned the zipper into the dress and then realized I just couldn’t do any more. I had some important banking chores to do. I wanted to see Todd, my best computer wizard friend. We needed some groceries. I needed some ribbon for the petticoat, which I must make before we can mark the hem on TheWeddingDress. I needed a shower. So I rolled that puppy up in it’s pretty white sheet and went to town. That was just the refreshing break I needed. After lifting my head from the white silk clouds and gazing at a different landscape, I was ready to look once again at that zipper. I’ll admit, sewing that into the dress has been weighing heavily on my mind. A zipper is another one of those crucial places that displays skill or lack thereof. I’m using one of those invisible zippers and there’s nary an invisible zipper foot to be found. But who is the woman who taught a Put In Your Zipper by Hand class at the KRRetreat? Yes. I threaded the needle and began to stitch - and what do you know - it looks fantastic! I didn’t try to finish inserting the zipper, but I sewed in enough to know that it won’t be difficult and will look splendid - neat, crisp, all those ruched up gathers will snug up against each other like the Mona Lisa’s smile. Whew! That is one enormous relief. So - what is left to do is: * finish the zipper * Sew the center back seams in both skirts, below the zipper * Make ribbon loops for hanging the dress and sew them into bodice lining seams * Insert the bodice lining * Tack all the edges of the lining to the seam allowances * Make petticoat (she says that like it’s only one thing, but it’s a bunch of steps) * Mark hems and hand stitch the taffeta, machine stitch the organza * Press entire dress or find a good dry cleaners to do it * Let out enormous sigh, then kick off my mental shoes, pour a huge eggnog and relax!! Oh - and Mr.Horoscope promises an enormous gift of power and strength heading my way just before New Year. Isn’t that nice? posted by Bess | 6:57 AM 3 Comments:
Bess, dear, take a deep breath, have a cup of your very favorite tea, and remember just how fabulous you are. It wasn't ego that made you take on this challenge, it was well-earned self-confidence. I'm not going to say "oh, don't be silly - it'll be fine!" because I really hate it when someone says it to me. You have the encouragement and positive energy of those who love you.
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I fully believe as much love as you have put into this project will go into the cosmos and come back to you tenfold... you could probably just take a vacation and come back and little fairies will have finished the dress, so much love is infused in the project (though I wouldn't recommend testing my theory, as fairies notoriously dislike being taunted) Honey, I understand *completely*! I have finished 2 twin quilts and a wall hangin in the past week...a lot of stitch-in-the-ditch and free-form...The back really takes it on the chin this time of year! (Doncha just love mixed metaphors...?) ;-) I'm ignoring Mercury and will *keep going*! Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom] Friday, December 17, 2004 Mercury has been moving backwards through the sky. It is about to start moving forwards. Scientists may insist this is just an optical illusion but it looks pretty convincing from here. And it is deeply symbolic. It suggests that real progress can occur after a period in which everything has been difficult. There's just one problem. Because Mercury is now changing direction, it is currently what we call, 'stationary'. It is hardly moving from one night to the next and it has chosen an awkward spot in which to stand still. Heed its warning. You'll be fine as long as you keep moving this weekend. Now, there are those who say that when something as frivolous as a horoscope hits the nail on the head it is because of random circumstance. All I know is that I sewed and sewed and sewed all day and I still don’t have the skirt attached to the bodice. I had hoped to have the zipper in by now. I suppose baby steps, but slow and steady is my mantra for the weekend, then. It was cold as blue blazes yesterday and the house took forever to warm up. I don’t start sewing till I’ve cleaned the living room, dusted all surfaces, vacuumed and mopped the floors -each day - after all, this is white silk. Then the huge sheet gets spread on the floor and that’s my work surface. I’ve always been a SitUpStraight sort of person. My back only really feels good when each vertebrae is stacked neatly upon the next. I much prefer a stool to a chair and I sit cross-legged on almost any surface (I shamefully confess, even in restaurants, my legs begin to ache and the next thing you know I’ve hauled my feet up and I’m in a nicely perched lotus position with my knees beneath the tablecloth.) The first thing I put together yesterday was the heavily interfaced bodice lining. I knew I’d be wanting to put the zipper in and the added thickness of that lining would determine how far into the center back edges that zipper had to be placed. Even if I didn’t sew it in, Bride could don both lining and dress while I marked off the seam line. Once the lining was completed I started cutting the new organza skirt. This new skirt used up all the fabric so there could be no mistakes. Because the skirt is cut on a slant I had to figure out the angle of that slant when measured over the added width of the skirt. Not a difficult bit of geometry. I just put a little mark at one edge of the skirt front, where it joins at the right hip and on the other edge where it is sewn to the left hip and then drew a straight line from edge to edge. It was 81 inches across, just about twice the total hip width or 4 X bodice edge. Not quite, of course, since the slanted bodice creates a longer edge than a straight across bodice would. The same measuring took place on the two back pieces and then it was time to sew the miles of gathering stitches. I made three rows on each piece, French seamed the pieces at the side seams, and began gathering and pinning it to the bodice. Believe me, by this time it was nigh on to 4 o’clock and I’d been sewing since 10. Of course, there had been plenty of breaks for mind relaxation and lunch and to calm myself. I needed the calming because it was impossible to not obsess all day about BH and the custody hearing. I know it’s not my problem and there isn’t anything I can do about it either, and I also know that her choices are what got her where she is. But it is still difficult to let go. When doing manual projects, slow, quiet and alone, the mind is free to pick at emotional scabs, and alas, mine scratched away all day. It’s possible I ought to have stopped altogether, for late in the afternoon there was such a near disaster I’m still shaken by it. While pinning the skirt and bodice together I pricked my finger on a pin and before I could blink an eye a drop of blood flew out and splashed on the front of the skirt! Never, in all history, has the human body so successfully defied the effects of gravity as I somehow managed to dash to the kitchen, fill a bowl with cold water and arive back in the living room to dunk that tiny, but oh so visible corner of fabric into the healing elixer of cold water, before the stain set. Disaster averted, but at what cost to my heart? Thank goodness for the finish on the organza, which caused the blood to pool a moment before sinking into the fibers for all time. That was my signal to stop, though, I did hand baste the skirt to the bodice so that Bride could try it on. I have the zipper seam marked and that is today’s task, after I do something with the right back skirt. For some reason it’s a little too wide. And I could see by her plucking that Bride wants more fullness right at the side seams, so I will redistribute the gathers there a little too. Nothing serious. By then it was 5 anyway and time to wrap the whole in a new clean sheet and carry it up to its safe deposit in the upstairs bedroom. The Darlings came over later and I got those zipper placements, during an intermission of Emma - the Gwyneth Paltro version. Nowhere near as good as the BBC P&P, but entertaining enough. Most of the films I see on my video machine have such dreadful sound tracks that even piped through the amp system we installed, it’s hard to understand what people are saying and the music is always way too loud. The BBC stuff is always perfectly balanced. I would suppose it was a function of a real movie projection system, only, it’s just as bad at theaters as it is in my den. So - today I will put in the zipper, the rest of the center back seams and the lining, then begin the long stretch of hand sewing. A small handsewn hem has to go into the organza overskirt at the back center seam, and all the bodice lining must be tacked in. After that, I will have to make the petticoat, because we can’t mark the hem till we know how the skirt hangs. Since I need several miles of ribbon to make the petticoat, I believe I shall finish the zipper and then drive down to town. There are some business chores I ought to do and a dear friend from Oregon is visiting his parents and would like to have lunch with me. Alas, this is not really a week for me to dally over lunch, but then - when shall I see him again if I put him off this visit? And so - that is TheWeddingDress report. I had hoped to be a little more light hearted about it, since really I am just sewing now, not creating. But I am not. In fact, I am feeling pretty blue about it all. Full of doubts that all this effort is going to produce an amateurish effect. I am wondering what sort of outsized ego would ever have agreed to make a wedding dress and why ever did I pile so much onto my shoulders right at Christmas time? And how ever am I going to get anything else done and what is going to be snipped off the to-do list before I am once again relaxed and positive? I believe I can blame the stars, and perhaps, the King & Queen Co. domestic courts. And so, I shall follow the advice above and just keep moving. posted by Bess | 7:59 AM 2 Comments:Bess, Darling! Brave Ambitious MOG! I do hope you find something to wear for the Festive Occasion...I was fortunate as MOB not to be making The Dress, and was able to knit m'self a Little Lace Top (in hot pink!) to go with a purchased black organza skirt. I am a "Winter" in colouring, so wear strong colours *all the time*. Find The Colour that makes you feel *luscious* (like a million bucks) and go with it! Hugs...
I must second the *tsk* and also the recommendation to see if it is dyable or available in other colors. You will be the third most important person there (Bride, MOB, then MOG... Groom is somewhere around 23rd for importance) and will be very visable. Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom] Thursday, December 16, 2004 I wrote yesterday’s post in the few minutes I had in the morning, but evidently I forgot to post it. It was a somewhat mad-dash sort of day anyway, what with doing some errands for BD, the last Christmas Story Hour and BH’s custody hearing. That one went nowhere - since, as long as the children aren’t showing serious signs of performance difficulty and both parents say they want physical custody of the children and there is no evidence of physical danger from either parent, the judge has no reason to favor one parent over the other. The longer things are this way, the longer they'll stay this way. Well - when they were all together in one house, BH did all the child raising, countering all the damage el creepo did on a day to day basis. She still does, but now she does it every other week. I’m not sure which is more difficult, but the job hasn’t changed even if the location has. At least she doesn’t have to eat across the table from him any more. Doesn’t have to do his laundry or pick up after him. That has to be something of a plus. There is nothing so bad as a bad marriage. Give me a bad job any day. But instead, today I have a good job. I’ll be sewing on TheWeddingDress. Not only that, but I have the whole house to myself. BD works every Christmas up in Fredericksburg for the Salvation Army. First he spends a week assembling bicycles and other boxed toys. Then he spends a week helping deliver the gifts. He comes home exhausted, but full of happiness and funny stories and, of course, since most volunteer organizations are womanned rather than manned, supremely flattered by all the admiration he most deservedly gets. It’s such an upper he’s happy for weeks afterwards, still telling little bits of stories about things that happen when you work in such a people oriented organization. He works at home, alone, so this is a wonderful way for him to plug into the community. Anyway - since nothing but sitting in dreary courtrooms occurred yesterday I’ll log off and come back with a sewing update later. P.S. BH tsks severely at the thought of wearing Winter White at TheWedding and said I must go shopping at Libbie and Grove in Richmond - where all the West End Matrons shop. Sigh. I suppose she’s right. But that will have to wait till after Christmas - because weather dot com says we’re going to have snow on Monday and on Christmas eve. No trips to Richmond for me before then. posted by Bess | 7:16 AM 2 Comments:Would it be possible to get that winter white suit dyed a color more to your liking? Or failing that, can the store get it in another color from their supplier?
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Bess- Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom] Wednesday, December 15, 2004 Brrrrr. It’s really cold today. “19 º”, says weather-dot-com and I’m bundled up in pj’s, sweater and BD’s winter coat, because the office is the second to last room in the house to warm up. I stopped taking the AlegraD on Monday morning, since I was going to the dr. Tuesday and I wanted to know how I really felt, not how I felt masked by medicine. Fact is, I didn’t feel all that bad by the a.m. and did feel a tad bit of a fraud when I finally (after the requisite idle hour wait in the front room) saw the guy. The verdict is acute vestibularitis, just like the first doc said, brought on by allergies. My nose is white where it should be pink, my ears are pink where they should be white. AlergraD is a good medicine but he gave me something to spray up my nose, saying it is even better and come back when the serious allergy season starts up. The good news is that I may never get vestibularitis again. The bad news is that by the evening I could really tell I hadn’t taken any allergy medicine for 36 hours. The dizziness had returned by the time I got to bed. Ah well. Why should I be surprised when I live in the land of swamps and mold, I heat my house with wood and I have two dogs who think they are bed ornaments. I always figured sooner or later I’d move up the ladder of allergy medicines. Guess it’s sooner, now. But once done - I was free to do some serious shopping - of the Christmas variety and the Wedding variety. First of all was to return one of the dresses I bought last Tuesday. It’s exactly the shape and fit I want but the color is so wrong I look like Corpse of the Groom's Mother, not MOG. While there I tried on one of those brocade suits with the fake fur collar. I sort of like the look. I really liked the color. But it’s not the absolute nicest fake fur and anything but the very best, in that line of clothing, looks so cheap. Sigh. It’s the only thing of color that I really like. Then it was off to P’s house to hug, hear about her just completed 11 day cruise of the eastern Caribbean. P is also doing the catering for TheWedding so we chattered about that plenty. We checked out the wholesale florist in Richmond and she picked up the paperwork to register with them. Oh my heavenly stars. So many beautiful things - such prices. Lawsee - it’s enough to make a florist out of me. We pried into every crevice of that place and then headed out for serious shopping. First stop was a Big Lots where we hit paydirt in both C and W categories. We found fabulous silver votive candle holders in an abstract shape, punched with stars - perfect for the winter wonderland effect we plan for the reception and delicious glass vases for the serving tables, everything under $4.00!! I also did some major gift purchasing and short of 2 presents, I’m finished with my shopping. Cool. Then it was off to the mall. I’m still in search of the MOG dress. I may just tie a friend of mine, a tailored suit sort with a tomboy figure who’s daughter had a glitzy New York wedding and who bought 6 MOB dresses. I have, so far, plunked down $ for 3 and I’m still not absolutely sure any of them are right. Alas, it’s just so durn difficult to find something that isn’t either dowdy, sexy or white, in the formal wear department. And that is if you are lucky enough to find something that fits. And even if the fit and color is right, the style can be so utterly wrong you can’t wear it anyway. There was a really nice burnt red colored suit that fit but made me feel like a sausage. The clerk and P were agog with enthusiasm because I have a Mae West/Dolly Parton figure and this suit sort of screamed the fact. Only - if you are shaped like that, and you aren’t Dolly Parton or Mae West you hate how you look, yearn to wear those long slinky tunics with silky skirts and wouldn’t be caught dead in something with a high waist. Like curly hair or freckles - nobody likes what she has and is sure the other person got all the luck. I found a darling beaded silk outfit in white with spring time colored beads in green and peach and marked down to $45 so I bought that to wear to somebody’s warm weather event. I also found the exact fit and style outfit - a jacket, scooped neck side zipped top and long slim skirt in something that feels like brushed tencel, but it’s almost the same color as TheWeddingDress. Unlike the burnt red suit that made me feel like Porky the Pig in drag, this suit’s cut, color and fit made me feel like I could really get down and party - and even sit for 30 minutes in the church without squirming. It really is lovely on me but, alas. It is white! At least, it’s vanilla. P assured me so firmly that it’s okay to wear winter white (I’m sure that’s the name of the color - like those wool suits you can buy each January) that I succumbed. It is lovely. I do have it at home. I’m still not sure it’s proper for anyone but the bride to wear white at a wedding - even vanilla white. Well, who cares how I look? Well. I do. sigh. And today is the hard day because I must drag my soul from the Joy of TheWedding to the flip side - the agony of divorce. It was supposed to be the final hearing for BH’s divorce. It looks now like it will only be the final custody hearing and, aside from the fact that the soon to be ex is definitely not a pleasant man with a major negative reclusive attitude about life, which he encourages in his children - typical alcoholic’s attitude - “It’s not my fault. They made me do it” - my gut feeling is that so long as he doesn’t show evidence of a physical danger and as long as he says he wants custody of his children, and the kids are not showing overt signs of mental deterioration - the judge will continue the 50/50 physical custody decision. Is it best for the children? I wouldn’t think so - but I know the parties and think that much negativism is bad for any kid - but I am also emotionally involved. And best is not really possible to adjudicate in most situations. Preventing the worst is often possible. Providing the best is not. Even the best under given circumstances. Well. I shall be glad when this day is over. posted by Bess | 7:27 AM 2 Comments:
Thanks so much, Bess Darling-Friend-of-My-Soul! P.S. And Yes, I truly do remember ... won't ever forget that spectacular day! :-) Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom] Tuesday, December 14, 2004 HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEN!You remember the first time we knew? When we reunited? Two fiber souls hurtling through time? That look of recognition across a room full of people? Isn't it fun when that happens? This birthday wish is for you, of course and for Spirit Trail Fiberworks, for the munchkins and for your own BD. Let the road spread out before you with a smooth surface on solid ground, hedged by the beauty of green grass and even greener forests, capped by blue skies and cooled by gentle breezes. May your every dream come true and may your joy know no bounds. Happy Birthday Darling. posted by Bess | 6:59 AM 2 Comments:Lovely girl! Lovely mothers! Though I must say you're lookin' mighty intense there, Bess Darlin'! I know, it's all that bridal gown contstruction stuff...for which I admire you greatly, and yet continue to wonder about your sanity! ;-) HA! The camera had this little light that flashed before the real flash went off and the picture got taken. I kept blinking my eyes. that was probably picture #8 - because by gum, I was determined to NOT BLINK. Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom] Monday, December 13, 2004 Her are the mothers, flanking Bride. I keep thinking of Sally Field's brown football helmet hairdo in Steel Magnolias. This was taken at the shower, of course. 
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0 Comments:Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom] It’s GATHERS!Who would have thought - the final decision on the skirt comes down to gathers! I spent the whole day carefully cutting and sewing and pressing. I had seamed all the front under- and over-skirt pieces and was pressing the first set of back piece seams when Bride & Groom walked in yesterday. I had pinned the skirt fronts to the bodice to see how it looked and had draped it across a chair. Of course, the fabric is so stunning it’s always exciting to see and the bodice was much more three dimensional looking, though the skirt, of course was flat. There were murmurs and strokes of fingers, but I could tell that I’d missed the mark in Bride’s soul. I can often hear her heart speak even when her mouth is shut and her brain is working. Also, I’ve talked with her enough, and looked at enough magazines with her and shopped with her enough that I have, in my own heart, if not in my brain, all the information about what she’s hungering for. And in fact, she was right. The dress, while pretty, was not right. It wasn’t stunning. It wasn’t knock your socks off WOW. And with this much silk it really should be. And for any bride it really should be. There is nothing so disappointing at a wedding, for bride or guests, than a ho-hum wedding dress. I’d rather have bad wedding cake than see an ugly dress - or even a dull one. I explained to Bride that in order to go from a very wide hem to a very narrow waist one needs either gores with seams, darts, or gathers - and would she like to see what gathers looked like? She nodded. I eye-balled the hem width, gathered a length of silk organza and swiftly pinned it to the bodice. OH GOD! T |
