Sunday, November 18, 2007

LIMBO WEEK

Well I think I'll drop last week into limbo and never think about it again. I keep doing a Scarlett O'Hara and say "Tomorrow is another day" but that day turns out to be just as bad. Sleeping 8 hours a night is supposed to be good for you but just as good is sleeping with your head against the shower wall at three in the morning. I've tried boring books, soft music and aromatherapy but getting up in the middle of the night to sew one of my dresses is the best.

The house is strewn with unfinished projects. Bags for the op shop are still in the hall and I keep dropping the odd book or video in there, any pair of shoes that have given me blisters and believe me if they're still giving me blisters after two years, they're never going to be good and bits of material.

Which brings me back to the sewing. I almost threw in a beautiful piece of cotton from the after-Christmas sales last year. My autumn colours, soft and quality fabric good for at least 20 years of wear. I'm really into economic sustainability where clothes are concerned because it gives me more money to put into shoes that don't give me blisters. So this material was cut out, sewn up and put on.....eeeeeeeeek. The red roses that were so nice in the background suddenly looked like a posse of pustules in search of a disease and so it ended up in the bottom of the 'unwearable' basket. Sometimes a dress costing $15 isn't that much of a bargain.

I don't like to give up on a fabric though and I decided to re-cut it. A rummage through the patchwork stash brought a brilliant red with dark holly leaves, perfect match to tone down the roses. a remmant from Big W meant a greeny yellow flounce (holly leaves and red berries) and I was on my way to a Christmas season dress.

This isn't the only midnight to dawn article being sewn. Two nightdresses (still at the bottom of the basket), two nighties, three sundresses, two dresses, one summer, one autumn and three of these have flounces (also 6 pairs of blessed knickers which will be 'un-blessed' when I darn the holes in the interests of economic sustainability). All straight sewing which is good for boring oneself to sleep. But halfway through the glow-in-the-dark Christmas rose, I decided to measure how many metres I'm actually sewing. Bad bad idea. I'm sewing my way through enough yardage to get the Cutty Sark to China and back on the tea run. Now I've started to worry about about the bargearse which is going to stop me sleeping after all the sewing.

I might have to resort to a bit of chemical assistance to get back the sleeping pattern. A few hours a night is playing havoc with the face, the wrinkles are starting to have a life of their own. Another thing to detest about daylight saving. Walking into a bathroom flooded with sunshine really doesn't do much for early morning vanity.

Anyhow, I've tried on the dress. It fits. It is bright. Children will be looking for presents underneath my feet. Reindeer will think I'm fodder. Forget the latest comet, I can be seen from Space. Bow to me, I am the Christmas twit. (I said TWIT, you low minds)

12 comments:

Middle Child said...

The wierd thing I have noticed now I am on my own...I used to go to bed at 11pm after getting Don in and all okay...and he'd eb talking to me but I'd eb asleep...these days no way...Then I would sleep through to 6am (wake up for us) no alarm clock needed...
Now I wake at 1am, 2am, 4am, 5am and finally sling my corpse outta bed at 6am because I can't bar being there any longer...

is this just how it is when you are on your ownsome? I am still learning.

JahTeh said...

I think you're just missing the company beside you. I, as everyone knows, don't miss the company I had beside me. This last week has been particularly tiring, mentally and physically so I'm out of syn.
Therese you had a full time job of looking after Don and now there's a great big empty in your life. Give yourself time to adjust, to find the next road to travel.
Somehow I think Don will erect a giant signpost to let you know the road that's yours.

Brian Hughes said...

"I've tried boring books, soft music and aromatherapy..."

Now try Sedgwick's website...if that doesn't do the trick then nothing will.

Lord Sedgwick said...

You are referring to my "Wombats do Dallas" site I presume Dr. Hughesingtone.

(Well, given you get a 2% discount for every punter you refer to my totally insecure site, I presume I'd be not far off in the presumptive stakes.)

Lord Sedgwick said...

Bow to me, I am the Christmas twit. (I said TWIT, you low minds)

Bugger! I was in low mind mode, selecively misread it and thought that all my Christmases had come at once.

Lord Sedgwick said...

... and 'selectively' mistyped it to boot ... or stockings, given the season ... and Alexander Downer.

"Beulah, peel me another Nads!"

JahTeh said...

Thanks Hughes and just as I was going over to your place. I'd better change my mind.

M'Lord I was going to put in a comment about you typing when pissed but since I'm carrying three cans of Smirnoff Ice at the moment, I can hardly throw booze. (and that's a rather unfortunate turn of phrase) considering what I'll probably be doing later.
Blame my sister, she wanted to see if I could walk after three cans.

Ann O'Dyne said...

The frock as described, sounds like something Christian Lacroix would get 2 grand and adulation for; so keep at it.

and your sister is a naughty naughty girl.

Mikhela said...

Can't we have a photo of the frock?

JahTeh said...

Annie's back on line, yippee! Believe me after yesterday I needed 3 cans.

Mikhela, photo has been taken and I will be advertising 'Rent-a-Tent' for New Year parties.

Lord Sedgwick said...

I'll keep an eye out for the advert. Presumably it'll be under the heading "Marquee de Sade".

JahTeh said...

Really M'Lord, that should be Marquee de Shade, non?