Finally I've made good on my promise to learn how to sew. I've set up my mum's old sewing machine in the dining room, and I've procured an old sheet to try and make bloomers out of. All good and well right? Almost... well, not really at all. I got my mom to help me thread the thing, because it's ridiculously complex and the manual was not too helpful. But, before I can get help with the actual sewing, she leaves with a farewell comment commending me on my initiative to learn this on my own. Of course, I struggle with the damn thing for the next hour or two, none of my practice strips come out right, no matter what I fidget with that the book says I can fidget with. Finally, fed up, I take one of the fabric scraps to my mother and ask her what the nutsack I am doing wrong. "Oh, you just didn't put the lever down!" nifty, conspicuous lever was sure enough there, to silently mock me. So after so much frustration, I suppose I'm off to a sort of start now. Though I need to still cut out the rest of my pieces for the bloomers, figure out how the zig zag stitch works (possibly, I could use draw strings instead of elastic) and actually yanno... do well at sewing this thing together. Easy as pie. Sure thing. Oh what I wouldn't give for a mother from the 50's.
But, aside from my own silly sewing slip-ups, today was a rather good day. We once again were let out early for testing for the underclassmen, and since Scout had nothing to do, and neither did I, we went out to lunch. Though we had to wait around for about an hour for any of the shops to open at eleven. But we passed that time with ease and good conversation, which carried on through lunch and the drive home. Swapping stories and knowledge and admittedly some gossip.
Later in the day I met with my new therapist. I'm not sure if I'll like her or not, she may be just a pinch too into the "hollistic treatment" scene for my tastes. She spent a portion of time talking about her surveillance of sun spots and how she believed they affected human emotions and the like. All I could think of was Static Shock, pretty much the entire time. But hey, other than that she seemed like a nice lady, and there are some tasty restaurants around her office, so that's a plus. I ate again after the meeting, despite having had lunch with Scout only a few hours ago, because apparently I fucking love eating.
In any case, I have some sort of practice ACT or something tomorrow, and while I have a late start, I don't particularly want to stay up very late. So I bid you all goodnight.
But, aside from my own silly sewing slip-ups, today was a rather good day. We once again were let out early for testing for the underclassmen, and since Scout had nothing to do, and neither did I, we went out to lunch. Though we had to wait around for about an hour for any of the shops to open at eleven. But we passed that time with ease and good conversation, which carried on through lunch and the drive home. Swapping stories and knowledge and admittedly some gossip.
Later in the day I met with my new therapist. I'm not sure if I'll like her or not, she may be just a pinch too into the "hollistic treatment" scene for my tastes. She spent a portion of time talking about her surveillance of sun spots and how she believed they affected human emotions and the like. All I could think of was Static Shock, pretty much the entire time. But hey, other than that she seemed like a nice lady, and there are some tasty restaurants around her office, so that's a plus. I ate again after the meeting, despite having had lunch with Scout only a few hours ago, because apparently I fucking love eating.
In any case, I have some sort of practice ACT or something tomorrow, and while I have a late start, I don't particularly want to stay up very late. So I bid you all goodnight.
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