Sorry, guys. I’m doing an absolute shit job of keeping this thing updated now that the divorce is over. Even though I said I would be transitioning this blog into something other than a ‘divorce blog’, I haven’t been doing a great job of that. I may have made my life something more interesting than just centering on the end of my marriage, but I certainly have done a shit job of documenting it. The last time I updated was July 23rd, over two weeks ago. So let’s see where we are now.
Wildfire is in a week and a half. As in, a week from Thursday. Holy cats. Right now, the state of my car and packing is, shall we say, utter garbage. My car is still full to the gills with stuff that I took from David’s apartment and haven’t found space for in my own apartment (I really need to take a Saturday to just unpack shit and move things around), and I still need a sleeping bag and ear plugs. Oh, and a can of fuel. Fortunately, I have everything else I’m going to need.
My thesis is…stalled. Even though the Graduate Studies Office approved the prospectus (did I mention this? Oh well, if I didn’t — the GSO approved my prospectus), I’m realizing that I am terrified of actually starting the stupid thing. I don’t know why it’s so daunting. It just is. Stupid, I know. (In hindsight, I realize that I did write about that. See? I need to post more often)
I learned how to sew this past weekend. Or, more accurately, I learned how to use my sewing machine. The sewing machine I got for my birthday in September of 2012 (I have been busy. Sue me). My first project is a cotton peasant skirt for Wildfire next weekend. I’m making it in green and white, and if I have time I’m planning on putting a Tudor rose on it.
Speaking of Tudor roses, I designed what I hope to have tattooed on my body one of these days:
It’s a Tudor rose, the white inside the red, symbolic of my obsession with history. I’ve been trying to figure out what would best illustrate my love of history, since I’ve wanted a history tattoo for a while, and the other day thought, why not a Tudor rose? They’re beautiful, I’m obsessed with Tudor history (not just Henry VIII — the Wars of the Roses all the way to Elizabeth I and beyond fascinates me)…it’s perfect. Around the circle, in Gaelic (little nod to my Irish heritage) are the words of my favorite saying: “When there’s nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire.” Because I like to plan, I’m going to sit on the design for a while before committing to having it inked on me. I don’t know how long. I also don’t know where I want it — I’m thinking back, but I don’t know if I am brave enough to have it out in plain view between my shoulder blades (which is my ideal location, really), or lower back. But I love it.
And for your edification (ha) here is a picture of my in-progress green and white peasant skirt:
Front and back. I’m pleased with it so far.
I wish I had more exciting things to write, but nothing really is going on.
More (and more progress pics, most likely) when I have time again.