This makes me laugh:

I went to a church rummage sale today and got, amongst some other cute vintage treasures, a heavy black wool circle skirt with a tag that said something about 'sporting apparel', leading me to believe it's probably an old riding skirt. When I got home I took the skirt, which needed cleaning, and set it aside, and hung everything else out on the line to air out.

I filled a bucket with about half a cup of borax, some dish soap, and lots of cold water, and left the wool skirt to soak. When I came back maybe half an hour later, the water was black. Not even, like, grey or brown. It looked like ink, thick and black, and it stank of mothballs. I suspect someone must have tried to dye it but never rinsed it out. It was so gross! After one water change the water was still inky black, and it took at least five more rinses to get the water to any semblance of clear.

The mothball stink was still terrible, so I mixed up some Borax, white vinegar, and more cold water and let it soak. It helped a little, and now the skirt is laid out flat in the backyard. It's a full circle skirt, really nice, actually, and the tag (now stained black, alas) reads 'Peerless Sportswear'. My mouth tastes like mothballs.

I haven't been on in a while, and I owe some packages to some people. I feel terrible, and they'll get sent out soon.

Fit to be tied!



I just bought all these crazy vintage ties for $2. Some of them are nice. Some of them are hideous. I want to make a skirt with them.

Sometimes I have nothing I want to do except go to bed. I know if I sleep too long, I'll feel groggy tomorrow, so I keep glancing toward the clock, waiting for it to be late enough. I have about two hours, still.

Today I worked, looked at two apartments, ironed a ton of clothes, bought and consumed whiskey, washed clothes in the tub, randomly texted people, and read two newspapers. Also worked on an eBay auction and looked at apartments online.

I feel bored. This doesn't happen very often.

What can I do in two hours?



He'll kick you apart! He'll kick you apart, ooo!

I am slightly cranky. I'm trying to find a new place to rent before winter comes, since my heating is so expensive here. It's a little frustrating.

There is a thing on TV about axes and lumberjacks and logs.

I'm back!

I spent the last week without electricity, due to having gas heat, which is so expensive right now that I couldn't afford to pay. A surly fellow came and shut off my electricity. They turned it back on late Friday, after I paid a ton of stupid fees.

It was mostly inconvenient and frustrating, but it was also sort of nice not to be able to use the computer. I washed each morning by boiling water on the stove, pouring it in a bucket, putting the bucket in the bathtub and strapping on a headlamp. I slept a lot and did a lot of flashlight reading.

But now, behold, there is light, and I see that it is good.

I just have to say that I love my new librarian job. Not only because I like archiving and I'm good at it, but also because I get to dress like this:



Add the newly recovered glasses and what do you get?

EDIT: Wow, I have such a lazy eye it's not even funny.

Things I hate:

-Commercials where things are "clinically proven to work"
-Babies named Madison
-Babies named Aiden

There's also this commercial that goes sort of like this:

(Break room at an office)
Woman One: Oh, what's that you're eating?
Woman Two (eating some microwave thing): It's parmesan-encrusted FISH!

It drives me and Thom crazy that she doesn't specify what sort of fish it is. It's just "FISH".

Also:

There's a Silk soy milk commercial:

Generic Consumer (holding a box of soy milk):
"My boyfriend and I tried Silk. It was good... it was cold in the cereal."

That's it? It was "good" and "cold"?

For fuck's sake, lady.

Also: I am watching a remake of Psycho that I didn't know existed. It has fucking William H. Macy in it. I love him.

Ha, check out this serendipitity-doo-dah:

On NOVEMBER 22, 2007 @ 10:04 PM I posted a blog about getting glasses. I had been missing my glasses, which I seriously need to, like, live, for a very long time. They had mysteriously vanished and I'd resolved that they were gone forever. I decided to get new ones. In the meantime, I was very squinty.

I put it off and put it off. This weekend, while cleaning out my closet, I pulled out a dusty old messenger bag, and heard some rattling in the pocket. There they were, intact and waiting. I can see again!

Ancient blog!

Picard sure does hate the Borg.

Edit: Auuuuurgh, The Inner Light is on next! This is the only one I can't watch. Too sad. Changing the channel. Oh god.

Edit: Ooo! Planet of the Apes!