In which Caroline suddenly discovers her birthright, for reasons I can't fully explain...

I do not know precisely what it was that I did to my arm yesterday (I assume this is a climbing-related injury, at any rate) but the muscles in my left biceps aches when I try to type. Ow. It feels like I just got a particularly nasty immunization shot or something.

It is possible that I will take my 39.2k and run with it, rather than doing any more typing tonight. :( I mean, it's not as if I don't have other things to be doing with my time... I just appear to be in that phase where writing is most of what I do, which is awfully hard on everything else I want to do as well. 10 days to go, and we're quite ahead of schedule. So, soon there will be other productivity, I trust. On something, anyway.

Hm, this has turned into one of those whiny boring entries nobody actually wants to read, hasn't it? Sorry. I'll shut up now.

Today's theme appears to be not finishing anything.

Ok, I lie-- I finished splicing more elastic into the waistband of the flannel skirt I got about a month ago so that it fits more comfortably. Um. And was once again reminded that all the seam rippers in the house appear to have been swallowed by the void. I should just go buy four or five of them and paint them construction orange, or staple them to the wall.

And I was in the fabric store yesterday, because I felt that this was preferable to being irrationally irritated with my co-workers, and flipped through the pattern book in search of inspiration, finding none. And then I recalled this pattern, which I happen to own. It seems appropriate for a garden party sort of thing. Not, I think, the one with the train long enough for other people to step on, and there is something very odd about the sleeve. (I mean, besides it needing to be re-set so it's possible to raise one's arms...) Probably more of view B than view A, except not with the tassel, and something long sleeve like would be good. And there's this thing on saturday at which there might be nice fabrics...

(although I still kind of want to go abuse the wedding industry by trying on gowns someplace and then not buying any of them. but this requires organization and planning, and co-ordinating schedules with the local half of my moral support. bah.)