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Mar. 3rd, 2003 10:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sakon76Had a good weekend, I suppose. On Saturday I went shopping in the fabric district with my sister and Sandy, after having traffic difficulties nearly prevented Sandy and Eric from meeting up with us. Shi--we found white ribbon and purple fur on the way out even if we still drew zeros on the gems. Then went to work; Sandy and Eric stayed over the night and showed me some Father Ted episodes in the morning. Amusing, not something that could be made in the United States, but in the end not something I seem likely to become addicted to. The three of us went out to brunch, I showed them the Anthony Andrews/Jane Seymour/Ian McKellan version of the Scarlet Pimpernel in return (or tried to; Sandy ended up sleeping though a good chunk of it), and then went back to work again.
My mother's gotten a new car, a silver Highlander. Unrelated to anything else I'm writing about in here.
Ended up feeling a bit down last night despite having had a theoretically good weekend. I don't know quite why. Is it because my best friend and my fiance are both busy feeling miserable and I have a martyr complex? Is it because I screwed up something with my sister without intending to? Gods only know. So I sat up late in bed last night, listening to the radio which was part music and part anti-war DJ monologue, hand-sewing seam finishes on the chemise I'm working on. Finally I felt okay enough to go to sleep. Hand-sewing seems to be therapeutic in that way.
I think that's something I'm going to miss when I get married. Not only the feeling of belonging to my natal family--I intend to keep my name, just tack his on to the end of it for form's sake--but the freedom to do things like stay up in bed sewing and listening to the radio. Not to mention I *like* pyjamas.
My mother's gotten a new car, a silver Highlander. Unrelated to anything else I'm writing about in here.
Ended up feeling a bit down last night despite having had a theoretically good weekend. I don't know quite why. Is it because my best friend and my fiance are both busy feeling miserable and I have a martyr complex? Is it because I screwed up something with my sister without intending to? Gods only know. So I sat up late in bed last night, listening to the radio which was part music and part anti-war DJ monologue, hand-sewing seam finishes on the chemise I'm working on. Finally I felt okay enough to go to sleep. Hand-sewing seems to be therapeutic in that way.
I think that's something I'm going to miss when I get married. Not only the feeling of belonging to my natal family--I intend to keep my name, just tack his on to the end of it for form's sake--but the freedom to do things like stay up in bed sewing and listening to the radio. Not to mention I *like* pyjamas.
