Glad to hear there's no cramps this morning, Steph, and that you have an appointment.
Aimee, I'm impressed you found time to sew. Nice work on the dress.
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Burrell - Jan 05, 2007 5:46:52 am PST #9051 of 10004
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
SailAweigh - Jan 05, 2007 5:53:46 am PST #9052 of 10004
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Glad to hear you got a doctor's appointment, Tep. I can put my nonchalant face back on.
Nicole!! Good to see you girlie.
smonster!!!!!! ::tacklehug:: We missed you!
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sj - Jan 05, 2007 6:02:00 am PST #9053 of 10004
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Snowstorm-ma, Nicole.
I just got a call from a real estate agent asking if we would like to put our condo back on the market. I explained we are renters, and he hung up. I hope this means they decided they can't sell the place right now.
SuziQ - Jan 05, 2007 6:02:35 am PST #9054 of 10004
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Empress! Go you with the sewing. I own a sewing machine. I have used it ONCE, under the guidance of a talented seamstress. It has languished ever since.
smonster!!!!!
Nicole!!!
Aims - Jan 05, 2007 6:06:45 am PST #9055 of 10004
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Seany hates my dress.
sobs
Think S would have time on Sunday to fit me into my dress? I'll bring all the stuff like sewing machine.
(Also - I'm kinda embarassed to let her see it. It looks great in pictures, but it looks very amatuer in person. Like, the back is all screwy. Screwy enough that I'm thinking of making a cape/train thing in the gold to cover up the back.)
smonster - Jan 05, 2007 6:12:35 am PST #9056 of 10004
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Hi everyone! Kisses all round. MWAH!
Sparky, I totally owe you email. Must get head out of ass and plan trip this weekend. For really really reals.
Nicole, hope you don't lose power.
Ginger - Jan 05, 2007 6:15:46 am PST #9057 of 10004
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
I think that Aimee's dress looks lovely, and far better than anything I could do. Sewing machines hate me. They take one look at me and decide to make all the bobbin thread into a big lump. I can hem, however, and that's a hell of a lot of heming. Surely there must be a less wearing iron on/glue alternative.
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juliana - Jan 05, 2007 6:27:57 am PST #9058 of 10004
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
Good morning, mah Bitchez.
V. glad to see Tep has a doctor appointment.
YAY to seeing smonster soon! Woot!
Astarte - Jan 05, 2007 6:28:05 am PST #9059 of 10004
Not having has never been the thing I've regretted most in my life. Not trying is.
Screwy enough that I'm thinking of making a cape/train thing in the gold to cover up the back.
Aimee, my dear, while I'm not a professional, I've worked on costume crews. You've just described the whole secret of successful costuming.
That, and the judicious use of hot glue for emergency seam repair.
Beverly - Jan 05, 2007 6:31:15 am PST #9060 of 10004
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Gorgeous dress, Aimee, and I'm in awe of your tackling the slippery slidey fabric. That's not easy.
Smonster! Hello, you.
That was nicely done, Cindy. Would you gently rap my knuckles when I do the same thing?
And Tep, I'm glad you got an appointment, and I will be waiting in *friendly concern* to hear what they have to say.
This just in: after several years of suggesting, offers to help, and yes, I admit, nagging, DH has decided it's time to clear clutter, indoors. Where has he chosen to start? The kitchen. What is he clearing? Everything he doesn't use. Which is? Everything I do use.
My conclusion: This means I never have to enter the kitchen again, right? All meals catered by him from now on?