06/15/2009
I’m waiting on my iron to heat up so I can work on a halter dress/shirt/skirt I’m making for Chloe, so I figured, hey, why not write an entry? lol.
It’s going to be a totally cute dress, though. I’ll post photos when I’m done.
My mom dyed my hair today, and I can honestly say I haven’t been this blonde since high school. It looks good, though. I’m happy with it. There were a few stubborn sections of my hair that didn’t take the dye as well as others, so we’re going to dye it again with the same color in a week or two to try to even out the coverage. My hair is weird, always has been, so I expect this kind of trouble. *shrug* If I can manage to drag out my tripod, I’ll take a picture of it tomorrow.
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(An hour and a half later…..)
Well, after a mad hunt for my scissors that wasted ten minutes, and nursing Ben for another twenty, I managed to get the fabric for Chloe’s halter cut and pressed. I also pressed and pinned the hem and the elastic casing at the neckline. Biggest surprise? This sucker is easy. I figured, you know, it being my first piece of clothing, I’d screw it up six ways from Sunday, but that does not appear to be happening so far. I’m reserving final judgement until I’m finished and Chloe’s wearing it, but so far so good. Sewing will commence tomorrow.
(Pausing to throw my crazy cat out the door….)
I wasn’t exactly Suzy Homemaker today. All I managed to get done was load the dishwasher because Aaron was here, and I just never feel like doing anything when he’s here. His presence throws off my daily rhythym. Or something. Plus, he spent all damn day texting on his stupid phone (and how many times did he used to complain to me about texting being the most stupid thing in the world?) when he was supposed to be spending time with the kids. Pissed me off. Then, he was in the middle of putting Chloe to bed when he just suddenly decided to leave. Chloe wasn’t half asleep, but he couldn’t finish the job. Just up and left in the middle, leaving me to take over with a now fully awake toddler. Pissed me off even more.
Seriously, if it wasn’t for the fact that he’s my kids’ father, I wouldn’t mind if he took a long walk off a short cliff. I just don’t want to have to deal with him anymore. I really need to get my rear in gear and finish filling out my divorce papers. I keep putting it off because it’s such a headache, but I need to get this crap finalized.
My grandmother accused me today (in a joking way) of trying to "lure in another man" because I dyed my hair and I’ve been losing weight. *rolls eyes* I told her, very seriously, that I don’t need, nor do I want, another man. It is going to be a long, long time before I’m ready for another relationship, and I can say completely honestly that I may never get married again. I’m not bitter, and I don’t have anything against the institution of marriage, but I’ve come to realize that I’m too independent and self-reliant to be marriage material. I’m much happier with my own space and my own things. It would take a singularly spectacular person to accept that and make me want to be married again.
Unless he’s a Powerball winner, and then I just may make an exception.
‘Nighty-night, kids. It’s past my bedtime.
