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I should stop posting after work 'cause all I say is about feeling tired and drained.
tonight I feel a bit odd to add to the tired and drained. We had drinks after work, at work. I trained it home so no issue having a couple. now I am just sobering up.
I only went to the drinks 'cause I was feeling weird and down. This is at least partly because I haven't applied for any new jobs and the deadline is Sunday. We have gone two rounds like this now, can't keep doing this. Ick. Career, what is that? Actually the drinks were fun and I stayed longer than intended. I thought I wouldn't know anyone (like last time) but had some good chats, pleasant.
So I got home late but still managed to pull my finger out and finish the latest sewing project except for the fastenings. Well I did try to make some buttonholes but the silk fabric so did not behave itself. It slithered right out from the foot, naughty thing. So I ripped out the crooked, manky results and will have another look tomorrow. Haven't had much luck with buttonholes lately. Will I have to do hand made ones?
I have been feeling underwhelmed by life lately. One tactic I am using to counter this is to try to achieve more of an evening rather than just sitting on the couch or in front of this box. So over the last fortnight I have made a nightdress (barring buttonholes). Not much, but some sort of achievement. The fabric is glorious. Just handling it gives me a lift. And I really need a new nightdress, only have one winter one left. The others have died the death of fragile aged fabric.
Something else to feel odd about- in exactly one month I fly to bonnie Scotland. Eek. Must get more organised.
Don't think I can face writing a list for the weekend. I'll just do what seems right when I get up in the morning. MOre water and then sleep please.
tonight I feel a bit odd to add to the tired and drained. We had drinks after work, at work. I trained it home so no issue having a couple. now I am just sobering up.
I only went to the drinks 'cause I was feeling weird and down. This is at least partly because I haven't applied for any new jobs and the deadline is Sunday. We have gone two rounds like this now, can't keep doing this. Ick. Career, what is that? Actually the drinks were fun and I stayed longer than intended. I thought I wouldn't know anyone (like last time) but had some good chats, pleasant.
So I got home late but still managed to pull my finger out and finish the latest sewing project except for the fastenings. Well I did try to make some buttonholes but the silk fabric so did not behave itself. It slithered right out from the foot, naughty thing. So I ripped out the crooked, manky results and will have another look tomorrow. Haven't had much luck with buttonholes lately. Will I have to do hand made ones?
I have been feeling underwhelmed by life lately. One tactic I am using to counter this is to try to achieve more of an evening rather than just sitting on the couch or in front of this box. So over the last fortnight I have made a nightdress (barring buttonholes). Not much, but some sort of achievement. The fabric is glorious. Just handling it gives me a lift. And I really need a new nightdress, only have one winter one left. The others have died the death of fragile aged fabric.
Something else to feel odd about- in exactly one month I fly to bonnie Scotland. Eek. Must get more organised.
Don't think I can face writing a list for the weekend. I'll just do what seems right when I get up in the morning. MOre water and then sleep please.
