take a chill pill / 3 questions/ sequin update

[oiran]

I am finding my own attitude very ugly these last couple of days. I have such a greedy skull, I'm never satisfied, and then I sulk. Of course, it's in good portion due to hormones, but I can't discount that I'm not feeling very pretty on the inside lately as a completely separate issue.

any 3 questions: Anyone want to ask me anything? Or, rather, three anythings? I'm in a tell-all mood... And I think you're supposed to ask people to do the same, but I won't hold you to it.

I finished Kicky's skirt. It's about an inch too big in the waist, which means I have to pick everything out again, at least at the waist. I think the weight of the fabric pulled it out a bit. Well, now I know for next time I sew a sequin mermaid-ish skirt with a train and detachable double ruffle. However, she's going to go ahead and wear it as-is to the photo shoot next week. At that time, I hope to have photos to show everyone how fabulous my skillz are. I'm really proud of this. I know it's got incredibly limited utility, but it's just damn cool in its little category. And, I made it. I hadn't made anything in about two years, and all of those were fat clothes, for me, and not shiny or pretty. Once I've got this project out of the way, I can work on the jacket for myself that I've got all planned out.

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Not mattering, even in a tiny way. There were very high hopes for me when I was a child. I was supposed to be a genius, but the situation was such that everyone just sat back and watched and waited for me to blossom into something amazing and world-changing all on my own. Clearly, that hasn't happened.

I almost have that kind of background, with the "Okay, Genius: do something" guidance, so therefore I have mostly done nothing. At least I take comfort in the fact (well, personal notion, anyway) that my fic will count as something to someone.

Trust me, hon--you matter, to me if no one else (which I doubt greatly)!

Cheese, cheese and more cheese! Pesto! Tomatoes, either fresh or sundried. There's a place here that makes a pizza with a white garlic sauce, superthin layers of potato, bacon and cheese...it's like a breakfast pizza. Basically, I love anything that isn't onion or bird meat or fish. Onion spoils everything it touches, so far as I'm concerned.

I'm not with you on the onion (though I go through a lot of chewing gum!), but sign me up for one o' them white garlic and potato pizzas! Sounds scrumptious!

As regards #3, I could probably go along assuming I was 100% straight (I do liek boiyz so much!), if it weren't for the one-in-a-couple-thousand women who takes my breath away! It's usually somebody I know well, too--just beauty doesn't usually do it for me, but a combination of looks, personality, intelligence, and humor. There are a couple of women who, if they asked just right, might lure me away from ashtalet, but don't tell him I said that, 'kay? ;)