Today, I bought $100 worth of fabric stuffs. Well, $100.07, to be exact. And most of that was drastically on sale. And I have a bunch of buttons on hold to pick up tomorrow.

The odd thing about the pattern I got is that it is a men's pattern, but the measurements seem pretty damn hourglass - for instance "32-26-33". I'm not really complaining, because I hate ill-fitting clothes so I would tailor it anyway... but...

The Fabric :

Some other stuff was included in the $100... like... uh... elastic. And lining.
- Coat (golden), Vest (blue-yellow ?), Shirt(cream), Pants (green-yellow). The picture really is awful.

Golden Coat Fabric :

Just to show the colour - you can't really tell any of them in the first picture.

Pattern :

The fabric for the shirt has a light pattern on it.

and I are going to some weird thing where they sing and stuff. My outfit will actually be vintage for the time, even.

Pre-corset :

I has 21" waist in this picture. I was going for 18", but packing tape sucks (which is why I gave up trying to do that tape-corset-pattern-trick-thing).

Funny Thing : Making the corset is going to run about $60 just for the steel boning. The costume I'm making now is mostly a "warm-up".

And now... for something entirely different !

It was an obi belt from a past Halloween. Funfact : It was MUCH less comfortable and harder to breathe than in the last picture.

Wiv Clothez :

It actually takes off about three inches (in comparison, the corset tape took off four).

KITTEN :

OMG KITTEN. b cuz kittenz iz kyoowet.


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Day after my birthday...

I wake up. Woo - I have cute little kittens snuggling up beside me. They make the world warm and fuzzy and beautiful.

Then, when I get up to the bathroom, I have the worst pain I've ever felt in my life overcome me. I was sweaty, feverish, but shivering and sitting still hurt as did moving.

I was convinced I was going to die. I managed to get some Ibuprofen from the kitchen and choke down 600mg even through I felt like I needed to throw up, and was shaking. Of course, the effect is not instant.

Thankfully, by some fate-magic, my mom came home so I stumbled out of the bathroom wearing only a towel (I was sweating enough to make my hair wet) and she got me a pair of shorts and I re-dressed and we went to the doctor.


I get to the doctor and I realise that, by the time the place opens, my Art History exam is starting. I'm thankful I have a valid reason for not being there and can substitute my quiz grade for it. I will have to try to work something out with my PhotoShop teacher - I missed turning in my "final project" as well.



So, I find out that there's really nothing that can be done - just take more pills and cross my fingers.


Apparently, my lovely little uterus is flipped-over on itself. Which promotes really bad cramps.

Also, as a less brutal aside - I didn't realise how small the vagina / uterus is. Apparently, all it takes is a finger to get up there to poke an ovary. And apparently, all my parts are in order (I almost hoped they would have to take something out and be done with it) - they're just aligned in a crappy way.

And I'm not pregnant. They checked that, just to be sure.

The only satisfaction I get from this is the hope that my insurance company might pay to have it removed.

I get to go find another doctor and get birth-control pills. I figure they're much easier to get prescribed than high doses of testosterone. So I get to trick my body into thinking it's pregnant. Joy. I suppose once I have a PCP, I can get referred to a psychologist that way.

And now, about eight hours after it all started, I've been taking more Happy Pills, but I still feel incredibly weak and can't stand still for long because I feel like I'll fall over and I have to pathetically prop myself up to type.


In conclusion, this day fucking sucked, and I needed to whine about it.

Here, have a picture of me and a stupid little kitten :



He's such a cute little shoulder-cat.


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Featured Stamps (rest in Shoutboard and Favourites) :

Number One


Number Three and Number Two all snuggled together and asleep.


The kittens' mom.




Features




I don't think any of these are fantastically "popular", and it seems some great pieces have gone relatively unnoticed - some of them criminally so.

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After seeing pictures of myself with my hair growing out, I decided to stop the daydream brought on by listening to too much Hair and get it cut off.

I know, you care. Deeply.


Also, Kitten luvz me.




I have also bought my first CD with that on it. I didn't even notice until I got home, when I went "What, why ?"



Part of me wants to be a parent one day - just so I could test how badly I would fuck up said innocent human life.


My New Hobby is going to be bad for me. I have a new thing for typing random things I like into the eBay search engine and seeing if there are buttons / pins relating to said thing.

It's holding me over as I haven't been to a good flea market for several years. Or, really, I'm just bored.


And still :

1"

2"

Sales pitch : If you're interested in these or any others, let me know. I also have gotten PayPal.

Also, I've noticed these are oddly fixated with oral sex.


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RIGHT NOW, I am being attacked by kittens.

Kittens on the prowl :


Kitten contemplating my murder :

EDIT : I have decided I need a haircut. I look far too pretty in this picture.

Tired, sleeping kittens who wore themselves out :


People will think I'm emo :



103 Fairies and counting :


Detail :


ADDITION :

I bought this button on eBay today :



I have also ordered two buttons from Cafe Press and Zazzle - with my own ARTZ on them :

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2"

Sales pitch : If you're interested in these or any others, let me know. I also have gotten PayPal.


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