Thanks to the unexpected wisdom tooth debacle and the unexpected week off I had to take after getting dry sockets, I had exactly one eight-hour day left to take off around the holidays. I couldn’t take yesterday off since those of us scheduled were needed to cover those who had holiday time. I decided to schedule off for today, Thursday, and stupidly not Friday, which would have allowed me a three-day weekend. Thus, this week’s schedule looks like this:
Monday: Work
Tuesday: Off
Wednesday: Work
Thursday: Off
Friday: Work
Saturday and Sunday: Off
… and now my sleep schedule is officially fucked up. Sometimes I really irritate myself.
In other news, I coerced Chef into buying me a sewing machine for Christlessmas (he got a food processor, we’re so domestic). I spent the other day crying over the sewing machine in the basement because it was jammed and couldn’t figure out — between me and two instruction manuals — why the needle was literally stuck in the bobbin case even with all the thread and the bobbin itself removed. I was convinced I’d broken the sewing machine on the first day I tried to use it.
The problem: I am an idiot. The good news: I am an idiot that learns from her mistakes. From here on out, when I instert the bobbin case into the machine, I will push it in until it snaps.
So today I made my first something on the sewing machine. It’s an ugly, small, day-glo green pillow, onto which I sewed a button, which will serve as my ugly, day-glo pincushion.* Today the pincusion, tomorrow Project Runway, wherein I will adopt Tin Gunn as my classy, supportive BFF and together, as is my calling, we will drink martinis in all our fabulosity and gossip about second rate reality show stars.
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* The cats have already discovered my new sewing space and their first reaction was to violently disappear my store-bought pincusion.
Congrats on finally figuring out the machine!
Who is your favorite second-rate reality show star? I’m dying to know.
I’m addicted to all things Bravo and VH1. At this point the cable company could remove every channel except Bravo and I wouldn’t notice — it’s great background noise while I putter around the house, and I like that many of the shows (Real Housewives, Flipping Out) are designed to elicit a negative response from the viewer rather than identifying with the elitist nuts on screen. Reality shows can sometimes be a warped reflection of the culture at large, which is why I find them entertaining — how does the narrative reflect or subvert popular political and social narratives?, etc. Mostly I love that Bravo obviously appreciates their queer audience.
I was addicted to that terrible Tila Tequila show on MTV because it was the first reality show foray into exploring bisexuality that I know of, and very poorly handled, I might add. But I did briefly consider starting a Dani fanclub complete with t-shirts. I could have done a long, somewhat serious post on the stereotypes present in “Tila Tequila” but I didn’t manage to catch a few of the most important episodes to the narrative. I love anything Top Chef (l’m dying for a woman to win and think they’ve been cheated evey season), Project Runway and/or Tim Gunn, and I’m a secret fan of ANTM (I don’t know why).
Perhaps I’ve revealed too much. :P
You know, my dog Josie & the Pussycats loves, loves, loves red, tomato-shaped pinchushions. So much so that she ate not one but two in one day—with all the pins in them! Goddamn that Josie, I love her. I also learned, after the second one, Not To Buy The Cunning Little Pincushion Shaped Like a Juicy Red Tomato. The vet said she may well have pins in her stomach yet, many years later, just resting in there, causing no harm.
I can be taught.
My sewing class and I talk about Project Runway endlessly. And frankly, I’ve got one of the next Austin Scarletts in my class. I fully expect to see him on the runway someday. Project Runway is the only television program I watch outside of the local news at ten. Less TV = More time to sew. Hope the long email of sewing hints helped you a bit!
Yes, Genni, your long email was quite helpful. I think I’m still just overwhelmed by the learning curve — this crying and cursing thing happened to me when I started knitting as well, but I think I had more time to devote to it then.
I can’t sew… I can’t cook… but I do stupid so well. :)
I can’t stand dating reality shows myself, I am just weird that way too. I miss my Daily Show and Colbert Report.
Is it the weekend yet?