I have this itch...no, not the one back there on my right shoulder blade that always reminds me where the spider bit me when I was 11...no, it's communication itch. I don't really feel like talking--but I feel like writing. It's not a creative writing itch either, just a ramble-writing itch. So here I am. It's been a while since I've done one of these...and it's been a long time since I have been consistent with my blog. Sometimes I even forget I have a blog.
I seem to be having a fairly consistent element of brain fog recently. Not debilitating brain-fog; more along the lines of it takes actual work to concentrate, but I can concentrate if I really have the desire to. I'm bored when I have both no right to be bored or any reason to be bored. I have spent far too much time on the computer this week--which feeds the bored. Sounds odd, but it's true. When I spend too much time on the computer, I get bored faster.
I have a half finished baby girl's dress in the other room. I need to finish putting the collar on, put the sleeves in, and hem it and it will be done. Oh yes, I do need to put the rick-rack on it too. Anyway...it's sitting there...and I'm sitting here and I don't "feel" like finishing it up. I might after a bit, but I'll get the "itch" out of my system first.
While the pretty orange dress sits there and gets cold, let me tell you something. My toes are cold. The nice thing in that frigid statement is that they are not numb. See, a lot of time when my toes get cold, one or two of them (on both feet) get numb and will not "wake up" even once my feet warm up enough that they should. Just a couple of days ago, I started using this "Circulation" essential oil blend and I think it is helping. Well, even if it's not, it has a real nice aroma to it, so the only ones who might complain about it might be the cats.
My guitar really needs new strings. I've been saying that for months now and haven't done anything about it. I either need to go to the local music store and see if they have what I want or order myself some. I think I'd be a little more inclined to play if my instrument didn't sound flat and dull even when it is in-tune. There is something so disheartening about "dead" strings. I cannot remember the last time I changed them, but it is possible it has been over a year. (Yeah, y'all string players out there...cringe with me!)
Speaking of instruments and music, I've been pretty consistently playing piano. I mostly play out of "The Civil War Songbook" (big surprise, right?) and am starting to get some decent sounding speed up on some of the pieces I like to play. Others--well, not so wonderful sounding.
Katherine and I went to Hobby Lobby yesterday. I was shopping for a particular couple of projects and got some thing(s) for both. A friend from church has commissioned me to make him a particular Confederate uniform and I found, marked down in the remnant section, more than enough of a certain type of material I needed for part of kit. Nifty. I also found another remnant of white muslin that will work to make Katherine the white chemise she needs to accompany her ball gown. Now...we just need a day when we both are feeling up to corsets and fittings. (Katherine has not been doing so great this week.)
I have this bad habit. I have at least three 1860's projects I need to work on, plenty of time, and I spend more time theorizing than actually doing. Actually, to be honest, I do have a legitimate excuse of each one. I lack measurements, I need measurements, and I need "someone" to be fitted. But the theorizing part is true. I frequently enough find myself day-dreaming over a project rather than actually getting started. Or working on it. I have two film projects in the works and both are moving like a snail on a cold day. Like I said earlier, I bored with no reason to be bored. At the moment, I'm feeling a little blue too--which could be because it's overcast and I'm chilly at the extremities...and I feel bored. (Man. I haven't used that word this much in a long time.) Even the Sousa Marches playing in the other room don't have me marching in time very hard. Unusual, for I love a march.
Well, the "itch" was not supposed to be a complaining session, though it sure looks like it turned out that way. So--let me cast back over some more cheerful things. I have managed over the past few weeks to bring my Etsy inventory up to nearly 140 listings (with more to go). While I haven't made any sales this week, I have had eight in the last 30 days (which is better than this time last year by a long shot!), with just three of those last week. Funny how sales seem to come in spurts. I won't sell anything for a bit and then, wham! I have anywhere from 2-5 sales in 7-10 days.
I have started learning German. Yes, I have. So far, it's not been too horrid of a learning curve. I do better understanding it than speaking it and I have been surprised that the spelling has been less of a hitch in my get along than I expected. I really do not have a good logical explanation as to why I decided to tackle German, but it had something to do with wanting to eavesdrop on the German WWII reenactors at RWWII this year and seeing how much Deutsche they actually speak. :D Oh yes, such an admirable reason to learn a language!
I've also been "bugging" Katherine to pick her French back up and she actually has started this week. German makes more sense to me than French (in the listening). I can't quite get my crooked teeth around French pronunciation either. I butcher the poor language. Look out world--the daily Southern, American English speech of this house is going to be seeing an uptake in quad-lingualness. (Quad: English, Spanish, French, and German. We all know at least un poco Espanol. We all know a little Deutsche, and I will even confess to understanding a wee bit of French. Let's not even mention the various British, Irish, and Scottish accents that we attempt to bandy about...though if I may, my Irish accent is better than Daddy's Brooklyn. :D)
I am going to need to go haul wood from the fuel room into the furnace room here in a few minutes, so perhaps I ought to leave you with that humorous note. Or I could say, "I'm hungry" (Ich habe Hunger) which for those of you quite familiar with me, might make you laugh even harder. So there. Since when am I not hungry at 6 0'clock pm?
Auf widersehen!
I seem to be having a fairly consistent element of brain fog recently. Not debilitating brain-fog; more along the lines of it takes actual work to concentrate, but I can concentrate if I really have the desire to. I'm bored when I have both no right to be bored or any reason to be bored. I have spent far too much time on the computer this week--which feeds the bored. Sounds odd, but it's true. When I spend too much time on the computer, I get bored faster.
I have a half finished baby girl's dress in the other room. I need to finish putting the collar on, put the sleeves in, and hem it and it will be done. Oh yes, I do need to put the rick-rack on it too. Anyway...it's sitting there...and I'm sitting here and I don't "feel" like finishing it up. I might after a bit, but I'll get the "itch" out of my system first.
While the pretty orange dress sits there and gets cold, let me tell you something. My toes are cold. The nice thing in that frigid statement is that they are not numb. See, a lot of time when my toes get cold, one or two of them (on both feet) get numb and will not "wake up" even once my feet warm up enough that they should. Just a couple of days ago, I started using this "Circulation" essential oil blend and I think it is helping. Well, even if it's not, it has a real nice aroma to it, so the only ones who might complain about it might be the cats.
My guitar really needs new strings. I've been saying that for months now and haven't done anything about it. I either need to go to the local music store and see if they have what I want or order myself some. I think I'd be a little more inclined to play if my instrument didn't sound flat and dull even when it is in-tune. There is something so disheartening about "dead" strings. I cannot remember the last time I changed them, but it is possible it has been over a year. (Yeah, y'all string players out there...cringe with me!)
Speaking of instruments and music, I've been pretty consistently playing piano. I mostly play out of "The Civil War Songbook" (big surprise, right?) and am starting to get some decent sounding speed up on some of the pieces I like to play. Others--well, not so wonderful sounding.
Katherine and I went to Hobby Lobby yesterday. I was shopping for a particular couple of projects and got some thing(s) for both. A friend from church has commissioned me to make him a particular Confederate uniform and I found, marked down in the remnant section, more than enough of a certain type of material I needed for part of kit. Nifty. I also found another remnant of white muslin that will work to make Katherine the white chemise she needs to accompany her ball gown. Now...we just need a day when we both are feeling up to corsets and fittings. (Katherine has not been doing so great this week.)
I have this bad habit. I have at least three 1860's projects I need to work on, plenty of time, and I spend more time theorizing than actually doing. Actually, to be honest, I do have a legitimate excuse of each one. I lack measurements, I need measurements, and I need "someone" to be fitted. But the theorizing part is true. I frequently enough find myself day-dreaming over a project rather than actually getting started. Or working on it. I have two film projects in the works and both are moving like a snail on a cold day. Like I said earlier, I bored with no reason to be bored. At the moment, I'm feeling a little blue too--which could be because it's overcast and I'm chilly at the extremities...and I feel bored. (Man. I haven't used that word this much in a long time.) Even the Sousa Marches playing in the other room don't have me marching in time very hard. Unusual, for I love a march.
Well, the "itch" was not supposed to be a complaining session, though it sure looks like it turned out that way. So--let me cast back over some more cheerful things. I have managed over the past few weeks to bring my Etsy inventory up to nearly 140 listings (with more to go). While I haven't made any sales this week, I have had eight in the last 30 days (which is better than this time last year by a long shot!), with just three of those last week. Funny how sales seem to come in spurts. I won't sell anything for a bit and then, wham! I have anywhere from 2-5 sales in 7-10 days.
I have started learning German. Yes, I have. So far, it's not been too horrid of a learning curve. I do better understanding it than speaking it and I have been surprised that the spelling has been less of a hitch in my get along than I expected. I really do not have a good logical explanation as to why I decided to tackle German, but it had something to do with wanting to eavesdrop on the German WWII reenactors at RWWII this year and seeing how much Deutsche they actually speak. :D Oh yes, such an admirable reason to learn a language!
I've also been "bugging" Katherine to pick her French back up and she actually has started this week. German makes more sense to me than French (in the listening). I can't quite get my crooked teeth around French pronunciation either. I butcher the poor language. Look out world--the daily Southern, American English speech of this house is going to be seeing an uptake in quad-lingualness. (Quad: English, Spanish, French, and German. We all know at least un poco Espanol. We all know a little Deutsche, and I will even confess to understanding a wee bit of French. Let's not even mention the various British, Irish, and Scottish accents that we attempt to bandy about...though if I may, my Irish accent is better than Daddy's Brooklyn. :D)
I am going to need to go haul wood from the fuel room into the furnace room here in a few minutes, so perhaps I ought to leave you with that humorous note. Or I could say, "I'm hungry" (Ich habe Hunger) which for those of you quite familiar with me, might make you laugh even harder. So there. Since when am I not hungry at 6 0'clock pm?
Auf widersehen!
Racheal
P.S. I am slightly wary about how my name is going to sound in German....
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