So I know I mentioned ages ago how I dropped a lot of money to get my bathroom fixed because having drywall floaties at bathtime is traumatic, but I never actually posted pictures of the finished product. So, here tis. I don’t have a true BEFORE shot, but these were the daily updates.
As a one bath household, having access to a SHOWER! is extremely exciting. I love how calming that room is. =)
i got my flute out today
but i couldn’t find any of my sheet music.
i’m not sure where i put that box
i thought i would have unpacked it by now
cody blowing in the mouthpiece
trying to figure it out
then i saw that my mom had put in a few recorders in the front pouch
so we played with those for a bit
mostly to distract him so i could extract my flute from his stubborn little fingers
tempted to stick one of the recorders in my purse
so i can break it out randomly
this is why my purse is fifty pounds
i keep everything in there
i think this spawns from dealing with the army
you always need tons of paperwork to do anything
borrow a pen? break out a copy of your marriage license
and signing up with childcare on post? medical records everywhere
i’m surprised they didn’t want to closely examine my c-sections scars as well
overly thorough.
going to the dentist in about 5 and a half hours
so i can get a referral to get my wisdom teeth out
too much wisdom in my bottom jaw
both of my lower ones have been coming in
apparently overwhelming my brain with intelligence
headaches and sinus pressure
yay…
i’ll be glad when they are out!
turn them into earrings
=}
except probably not
bet you could find an etsy shop that sells that though
speaking of
i found the most amazing fae fleece jacket for $150
and it’s an act of strong willpower and devotion to my budget that i haven’t ordered it yet
i’m a few tabs away from doing it as it is
gorgeous and soft looking and fae
i’ve never actually bought a quality coat/jacket before
my fluffy white one was a gift from andy
and all the rest have been thrifted or nabbed from the parents house
i need to knit myself a hat
and finish that afghan for my soon-to-emerge nephew
and i want to get my violin restrung
hugely inspired by david garrett
want peer gynt for a ringtone
i wish i hadn’t covered my legs with mehndi now
because i have a design that requires space
and it will take a while for all this to fade
high quality powder means long lasting!
maybe i’ll decorate my belly instead
i’ve held off doing my hands/arms because i’d hate to make a mistake
and have to look at it all the time
i like to practice where i can cover it up
running out of space
thinking of taking up hooping
and learning poi from my sister & local masters
keeping the brain busy, even in my spare time
especially in my spare time
time to snatch some sleep
try at least
playing with mehndi tonight.
ended up just scribbling all over my legs
designs are so tricky
my line keeps breaking
losing the flow
so i just started to play
because i’ve never been terribly good at art
unless it’s abstract
and unintended
kind of like it though
reflects the brain waves
this image doesn’t really match
but i like it just the same
i keep listening to this song on repeat [DeVotchKa - How it ends]
pretty
reading Up From Slavery by Booker T Washington
i wish i could meet inspiring people like this in person
it seems they are all trapped in history
or spread across the globe
like galaxies strewn throughout space
far enough away that you can only imagine their brilliance
from the small spark that you can see
recorded on paper or shining in pixels
i have only met one person in person who amazed me
inspired me
just with a simple conversation
and then i never saw him again
it was like our souls synched
he understood my quest for knowledge, my hunger
gave me the kind of advice that is actually helpful
a rarity
i wish i was doing great things
or that it felt like it
lately it seems like i can’t even do the menial things right
people are losing their patience
now it’s just sad
poor erin, will she ever get her act together?
no
not for a while, i think
but when i do
it will be a special moment
i worry when it happens
that the movie will be over
the curtain will close
and i’ll be gone
my legacy, my love, my life
on paper… looks so…
doesn’t translate
but they say it’s not the destination
it’s the journey
the nicks
the scratches
scars
bruises
that define who we really are
show what we can survive
conquer
and that those we love will carry those stories on their lips
their hearts, their heads
over coffee, tea, christmas parties
and we’ll soar on
while the delicate body rejoins the rest of earth
and our souls will explore
the ends of the galaxy
mingling with the billions and trillions and zillions
and with love
i hope so.
I found an interesting project today by JeongMee Yoon: The Pink & Blue Project
I’ve always been a bit of a nut about how much pink clothing Jas receives from well-meaning relatives. After the explosion of pink baby clothes at her baby shower, I asked that future gifts of clothes favor other colors. Let us not neglect Roy G Biv! Relatives thought I was a bit of a nut, if not a bit presumptuous, but seemed up to the challenge. Makes shopping more interesting. =)
An aunt found her first coat in a beautiful ice blue and every year since I’ve tried to make sure she has a light blue coat. Totally works with her eyes. Actually, I try and buy a lot of blue for her. Not so much to stick it to stereotypes as much as the fact that she looks gorgeous in blue. I also like her in yellow or purple.
Interestingly, I think she’s subconsciously picked up on the blue I’ve been pushing. This summer I got her started in dance classes and when we got to the shop to pick out dresses she selected black, blue, and pink. Also, I was internally gushing the whole time because there were so many cute outfits! But being the Jasbaz, she was not filled with proper enthusiasm until half an hour later. Anyhow, the dresses were super cute and even though I’d only planned on buying two I just could not help myself. The black one resembles Audrey Hepburn style, the blue is a layered dream, and the pink… well it had dance outlined in rhinestones so Jas liked it. I don’t think I have a picture of it actually.
Anyway, each time we’d get ready for dance I’d let her pick which one she wanted to wear. It was BLUE and BLUE and BLACK until the fourth day. She said she wanted to wear pink like all the other little girls. I will admit, that made me kind of sad, but I tried to be supportive. Yay pink with sparkles! I still think of her as a baby. I’m not sure I’m ready for her to try to conform to society, be nervous about fitting in. Possibly I’ve been wearing mama blinders because I know she’s been more reluctant in social settings but I didn’t think the shift would move to clothing so soon.
Growing pains, I guess?
So yes. As a shopper who tries to utilize all colors of the rainbow for my children’s wardrobe, I found this study curious and slightly upsetting. As parents, we don’t really have a lot of time to shop the market so a lot of things we buy are because they are available. With toys, the color preference is ridiculous. Just walk down the Barbie aisle without sunglasses.
Cody is a lot easier because I like him in green. It goes with his eyes. Also plaid because I like to dress him like Clark Kent. What? It’s cute as hell. Check it, I have documentation.
The trick is finding something without a dump truck on it. Yay for subtle pushing towards lifelong aspirations as a construction worker. Fuck that shit, get him a suit so he can prep to be President. If Jas doesn’t take over the world first. As the kidlets get older, they will have much greater say in her wardrobe choices. But for now they’ll wear every shade under the sun, even if that means I have to search longer to find them.
I’ve been doing a bit more housekeeping around the domain, freshening things up. =) I still have bunches of postcards to upload to secrets, and about three years worth of photos to spectrum, but at least things are a little nicer. Also, I want to get my twitter feed all pretty but I really need to get some sleep or I’ll be mowed over in the morning by hyperactive kidlets. I mean, I will anyway since they are morning skylarks. But no need to give them too much more advantage than necessary.
School will be starting soon, which I’m beyond excited about. Also: nervous. Seeing as how I haven’t secured a sitter for Cody yet. Um… Need to get on that.
Also I’ve started taking mehendi lessons with an awesome lady. The past two times we met I’ve been positively clawing at the windows to get out of my house and in the company of rational adults. So some of my enthusiasm is probably linked to that as well. I’ve posted a few shots on my tumblr but I’ll probably work up something a bit more permanent once I’ve mastered some basic designs. Right now I’m mostly playing around trying to improve my flow and making up the cones. I think I need thicker plastic baggies to work with.
And like all good things in life, when it seems I have most things straightened out, something has to go to shit. This time it’s my JUST FIXED washing machine. Deciding that it does not want to drain water. Again. Repetitive problems, how I loathe thee. Monday I get to spread the happy news to the folks at Sears, again. As the laundry pile grows taller and more wobbly. =D Yay for life’s curveballs!