My mom's kinda micro-managing what I'm going to wear to the funeral. She said she's happy to spring for a new outfit and shoes but I'm here without a car and my knee is still blown out so I can't bike very far. Situations like this instantly illustrate the difference between Berkeley and South Pasadena - even without a car, I could get to any number of malls, quality fabric stores, etc. A 5 block walk to BART or a bike ride within 5 mi of my house would do it. No such luck here (If I were as svelte as I was up to my mid-30s I might have a little more luck. There are one or two boutiques in a 5 mi. radius of here but nothing plus-sized and good.)
I don't want my mom to buy clothes/shoes for me anyway. So this am I went out to the garage to sort through my sewing-related moving boxes. I had not even moved a box yet when I somehow managed to pull a muscle between my spine and scapula. Possibly by sneezing. I know it could be worse, but between the RSI, the blown-out knees (the other is going because of having to pick up slack), the back problems, etc, I'm really wishing I had a body that worked half-decently. I eat pretty healthy, I exercise, what's the deal?
Found the pattern I had in mind. Didn't find enough stash fabric in a good color/weight so I'd need to go fabric shopping. No car. The nearest Jo-Ann's is a disaster. I think I'm going to rest all the hurting parts. I've got a black silk chiffon skirt and a burgundy blouse that should be good enough for the funeral. It's not super-formal, but it's not a big faux pas, either.
and I'll remind everyone here that it was I who was anti
Who was pro? Me?
And, uh, it's only slightly weird that I can't remember my position on the issue. I mean, I'm not
personally
pro. Just, YKINKMV, and all that. Consenting
corpses,
and what have you.
At least Fido isn't munching on placentas. (That we know of.)
I just skimmed, and I'm confused and skeeved. Someone's dog is eating him piece by piece?!
Also, I'm not even sure I could let those fish nibble my feet.
::shudders::
I saw our new house last night! It's still in the renovation stages, but it's going to be awesome. I can't believe we're actually moving, to somewhere we *want* to be this time.
I'm feeling a msbelle moment of shopping for shower curtains and rugs and curtains coming on.
At least Fido isn't munching on placentas.
Bothers me
so
much less, assuming the placenta is no longer attached.
a) I don't want my dogs eating anything still attached to me.
b) I don't want my dogs eating my limbs
c) I don't want my dogs eating stuff that's rotting (because I'm a softie that way)
I'm not even sure I could let those fish nibble my feet. ::shudders::
I have a spot on my back that fish like to nibble. I don't know what's up with that. It tickles.
Spidra, that blouse and skirt sound perfect for a funeral. I think the main thing where funeral etiquette is concerned is not to draw attention to oneself -- something neat and clean that falls on the somber side of the spectrum fits the bill.
It was my mom's mom who died. My mom is often a control queen and I think in this case she's busying herself with a lot of little things like this because it keeps her mind off the things she'd rather not think about - the things she can't control.
I'm sure the separates will be okay. I just wanted to start sewing something for backup just in case. Things have been tense around here and I didn't want my parents to feel I was being insensitive and balky.
You know what's the opposite of gross? Rick Bayless' cooking. Om nom nom. It's a good day to work in my office.
