Fairies ought to wear longer dresses.
Well, the annual torture session is done. I’ve done my duty and gotten my yearly physical. And heard the news I didn’t want to hear. I’m way over where I should be weight wise. I’m nearly 40 pounds over my ideal weight. I knew I was too heavy, but I didn’t think it was that bad. Ugh. No more Reese’s White Chocolate cups for me.
Last night, Klumpen and I worked on her fairy dress. We cut out the pattern, and I actually got the front and back done, and sewn together. Tonight I need to do the zipper, and work on the lining. Of course, I need to buy the lining fabric before I can do that, but it was so much simpler than I though it would be. I wish she’d let me leave the hem longer, but it’s not so short as to be indecent. Just more leg than I’d like.
She spent part of the time I was sewing working on her wings. She made the metal framework out of old wiring. She stripped off the outer casings, and used the heavy inner copper wire. Last night she started applying the fabric to the frame.
This morning at the doctor’s office, I worked on my Trekking sock. I finished 2.5 inches of the leg while I sat there waiting. In my lovely paper gown, feeling as Klumpen says, “like a big giant booger in a tissue.”
A kind soul left a comment in my diary yesterday about admiring how I can make things with yarn. (Yes, I do a crappy job of paraphrasing.) Which got me thinking of things friends here at work, and friends on the internet have said. I tend to undervalue my work. I’m always afraid it’s “not good enough”. One of my co-workers keeps trying to convince me that I’d make a fortune (well, maybe not a fortune, but enough to help that yarn addiction) selling my shawls in trendy little boutiques. But I can’t help thinking, “Who in their right mind is going to pay me to make this?” And another friend who says that even beginners can teach others, when I said that I would defer to her expertise on helping someone out with a question.
Maybe part of it comes from my Mother. When I showed her a bag I’d made after just getting back into crochet after a 20 year hiatus, her comment was, “It’s nice, but when are you going to learn a different stitch?” For the longest time, I was afraid to show her anything else I’d made. But, then I picked up knitting, and felt brave enough to show her my efforts, and she’s finally paid me a compliment. And it’s an extremely high compliment - she asked me to knit a shawl for her to give a good friend as a Thank You gift.
But I still fret and fuss over “is it good enough?” And I need to stop. I need to be confident in my accomplishments. It’s ok to be proud of yourself and what you can do. As Stuart Smiley says, “I’m Good Enough, I’m Smart Enough, and Doggone It, People Like Me.”
Well now, that’s me being philosophical for today. Back to your regularly scheduled not-enough-sleep rant.