I always tease J-Bird about being overly feminine. He is in some ways, but in many others, he’s not (he loves his wood-working & power tools). This post, however, is going to highlight one of the many reasons why I tease him…& I hope he doesn’t put me on the couch tonight for that. That couch is mighty uncomfy. Like, I think it’s just pure wood without any cushion.
J-Bird & I decided “together” that we needed a sewing machine. Thing is, I’ve never used one before (though I can sew, just simple things), J-Bird said we would benefit from it. We could enhance our artwork & mend our clothes (we’re poor). A few weeks ago, we found a fairly nice Singer on sale & I agreed that we should make the purchase.
Before J-Bird left for work on Monday, he told me that it would be arriving, but not to open it before he got home. He’s the one that knows how to use it, after all. After spending Monday with my mom, I got back to the house & there it was, the sewing machine, all packaged up & sitting on the porch. Then I waited. And waited.
When J-Bird finally made it home from work, he tore into the box & immediately wanted to start sewing. All I could to was start pointing to stuff & ask What’s this do? How ’bout this one? I was surprised at how clueless I was. I thought as a woman I would have some sort of natural instinct as to how to use a sewing machine, right? Wrong.
I watched as J-bird put thread on the bobbin thingie, all the while carefully explaining & re-explaining how to do each step. I was impressed. He actually let me sew a few stitches on a scrap piece of fabric, but as of right now I can’t use the machine unsupervised.
My mom showed up for a surprise visit around 12:30 yesterday afternoon. After showing her around my house (she’s never been here, never seen it), we headed over to Rite Aid to get my crazy meds filled (fine, my migraine meds).
Mom wanted to head to Applebee’s for lunch, so we headed over there to get some omnoms. Mom proceeded to dance in her seat to every song that came on & to flirt with our waiter…typical. Good thing the restaurant was mostly empty by that time of the day because while she’s a bit of a public dancer…I’m a singer. Yep. Terrible at it, but I’ll do it. Loud & proud & not just in the car.
We went to Target because Mom insisted I help her pick out a new pair of shoes. We have quite different fashion tastes though. While she was over on the tennis shoe aisle, I yelled from the next aisle over, How do you feel about coral colored sandals? They’re only $14.99! Ohhhhhh!!! These flats sparkle & so will you! Upon meeting in the middle, I told her not to pick anything that was going to make her look 50 or older, so we settled on a simple pair of white flats that we figured would go with anything. She was so excited she made me rip the tags off as we were walking back out to the car so she could put them on before we got to JCPenney.
Last stop. JCPenney. This is when I realized I didn’t own any normal colored panty hose. I own 2 black pair, a grey pair, a pink pair, & a purple pair. I don’t think I’ve ever even bought a skin colored pair, so I was sort of lost. Mom, what do these colors mean? The names don’t make sense. Am I black velvet or smokey? The sizes are even confusing. Am I short or queen? My mom gives me that look. The look only a mother can give. Well, you’re not black, so let’s not buy you black velvet anything. I’d say you’re oatmeal or bone. I’d also pick up the package to look at the size chart, but queen sounds like a nice way of saying huge. I picked up the oatmeal & the bone package. The bone looked vampire white, so I went with the oatmeal. I am oatmeal colored. Good to know. I also fall into neither short or queen size, but average. What?! How boring is that? Average oatmeal?
After feeling boring, I bought a bright orange pencil skirt to liven my life.
Live bright, not average.
I may lose a few of you over saying this, but I’m gonna go there. Why? Because that’s what I do. I give my opinion. Even when it goes against everything everyone else believes in. You ready for this wild woman statement? Let’s hope so.
I hate Adele. Yes, as in Adele, the freaking british singer.
I hate her music. I guess her voice is ok, I mean, I can’t sing that great so whatevs. But I don’t like any of her songs. At this point, I don’t even care what they’re about, I just don’t like them. The rhythm, her voice…everything just simply sucks for me.
The radio over plays them like crazy. 3 of my favorite radio stations were all playing her songs at the same time the other day (just not all the same song). It’s all a bit much, don’t you think?
There’s also rumors floating around that she’s going to take 5 years off to focus on her personal life…hello? She’s not famous enough to do that. She’d be ending her career. But what do I care? I don’t even like her so go right ahead & step down at the height of your success, dummy.
The only thing I can’t complain about is the way she looks. She is quite pretty & I have nothing to say against the way the looks.
Until next time…