My book shipment finally arrived! This is part of my self-sufficiency plan—learning patternmaking. I am going to master this; I'm determined! And I'm also going to become a refashionista. Who wants to join me?
Another Tryst Press interview, a very short one, this time for a 2-minute KBYU piece. I sat this one out and let Rob do all the talking on-camera. My hands did make a cameo though, turning the pages of the Allegory of the Olive Tree. Good thing I took off my chipped-like-a-junior-high-schooler aubergine nail polish before the media team showed up. (I think the finished story will air on KBYU-TV/BYU Television this coming weekend . . . ?)
We don't usually mix our temple trips and date nights, but after a frazzling day, I requested that we make a mad dash to the temple early, before the usual Friday night crowd showed up. It turned out to be a good decision, and as I'd hoped, it helped me calm my mind and begin to ease into a listening mode to help me invest myself in the rest of the weekend—two days of General Conference.
After the temple, Rob and I went in search of a good burger (Rob's dream). We wanted to try Five Guys, but there was no available parking for about five miles, so we ended up at Coney's, where we thought we remembered having had decent food once upon a time. Our rating: two mehs. But we did get to enjoy this terrific appetizer, which the person before us left on the table instead of dropping it in the comment box on his way out. Delicious!
5 comments:
love yer posts, and yer guts. I'm in on the pattern-making thingy. Once upon a time when I had a cute body I used to make my own clothes -- In my mind what ever I made looked good on me so it was fun then. :)
yay! self-sufficiency! i want to learn pattern making, and i've just been researching seed storage to go along with food storage... and i want to add more nutritional/herbal skills to go along with emergency preparedness...
patterns...hmmm...that's a novel idea. I usually loosely trace what we already have and give it a whirl. Of course, i've only been doing bottoms--drawstring pants and skirts. So, you'll recognize my family in the tent city/migration/ what ever becomes of us--we'll look like we're wearing scrubs cuz mommy's tooo lazy to follow a pattern.
Scrubs are better that nubs. Whatever that means.
Heidi, you've traded cute in for beautiful. No kidding.
Anna, your brain and mine seem to be on the same track.
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