I got my hair done last night and this picture doesn’t totally do it justice. The cut is the same, it always is, but the front is now a silver-lilac color. This is what I had actually wanted last month. I love it, and Lancelot seems to approve.
I’ve made some progress with things, which is good. I’m mostly caught up on laundry, the bed got made this morning, I’ve been finding bits I need to take with for my trip, I finished one of my school books this morning, and I’ve been emailing with my mentor about ideas I’m having for the memoir. All good stuff.
The weather is still (trying to) kick my ass. This morning I decided that I am well and truly over this bullshit. No leggings or tights under my jeans, no boots, no extra layers. I’m wearing flats with NO SOCKS because I am a REBEL. I’m also wearing the utterly gorgeous tree of life necklace Lancelot got me.
I’m hoping that today is productive at work. I was out yesterday because of the weather and shot nerves, something that is happening entirely too often because of snow storms. I’ll kick some ass and take some names today to make up for it.
I’ll leave you with a picture of my beverage cup this morning. I stopped and got a chai latte at my favorite local coffee shop.
Today I am doing my best to at least look better than I feel. Today I look like a grown up. I am wearing a long black and white skirt, black boots, black blouse, great jewelry, and eye makeup. I look the part, yes? I was informed this morning that I look fabulous. That’s the idea. Leave them wanting more, eh?
I am not feeling so fabulous, though I wish I was. There’s a ton still to do and my energy levels are not as they should be. I am indebted to my friend K for delivering a very yummy breakfast burrito to my office this morning. She’s really rather awesome.
The roads around here are still really rather shitty. Today’s drive was better than yesterday but only marginally. I am very grateful that I have my CR-V with it’s higher clearance, near new tires, and excellent AWD. Thank you cheezuz for helping me find such an awesome little vehicle.
Anyway, in my defense, I was productive yesterday afternoon and so far this morning. The problem is that it’s been little stuff so it doesn’t really feel like much. Oh well.
Part of what’s getting me is that we leave for Dublin in less than a month and I feel woefully unprepared for this. I started my packing list yesterday which will hopefully help. I’ve also started a tiny bit of knitting for the trip. Actually, I started and finished a tiny bit of knitting. I made Lancelot and I both little pouches for our earphones. Super cute and super easy, plus they used leftover bits of yarn from shawl projects. Gotta love that.
That’s the one I made for him. I can’t remember the pattern but I ended up modifying it anyway. It only took about an hour once I figured out what modifications I wanted to make. Yay!
In spite of feeling mostly like garbage lately I have managed to make some progress. The shawl for Kath is lacking only the bind off at this point. Big YAY there. I haven’t decided if I’m actually going to block it or not. I’ll get a picture, hopefully tonight. Need to decide which project gets love next.
I’ve finally gotten a little more information about my school residency, including my first set of “worksheets” to read. My packet was hand-delivered by one of the coordinators, a woman I’ve known for absolute ages, and it came with hugs.
This also came with hugs. One of my faculty friends, who is wanting me to author and publish an academic paper with her about a project we worked on, gave this to me. She’s one of the sweetest people ever and no meeting with her ever ends without at least one hug.
One of the work projects has been declared DONE, which has lifted a huge weight off of me. The crazy thing is that it really shouldn’t have been such a big deal, it was a damn 2-page flyer. I used to do those all the time. I have a grad certificate that says I know how to do such things. Whatever, it’s done and it looks amazing.
Today is a doctor day, this time the dermatologist. I like this guy, he’s a hoot. Because I take Humira for my skin issues I have to get blood work done every three months and then I have to go visit him. But the shots are helping so it’s entirely worth it.
Coming up this weekend I’ll have a slumber party with my nieces. They’re coming over Friday night to make Christmas cookies and heaven only knows what else. All I know for sure is that the little one has already claimed her usual spot in my bed. There are definite advantages of being an Auntie with a queen sized bed. Seriously though, how cute are they?
They had a performance last night where they danced, tonight is baton. I love watching these girls do their thing.
I am working on a Very Special and Very Secret Project right now. Wish me luck.
It’s a whole 24F here right now and I don’t think the high temp for the day is much higher. Over the weekend we got 6 or so inches of snow. This is Winter, and winter in the Midwest frequently sucks. So I’m going to combat the suck with some lovely handknits.
The plus side of Lancelot working overtime Friday night was that Mom and I went shopping together. I got a few things for my nieces for Christmas and got myself some solid color, long sleeved T-shirts. I find these to be ideal for showing off knit shawls.
That was actually taken on Friday. Not only was I sporting a shawl I knit but also a beautiful shield brooch Lancelot got me in Weston as well as a pair of Josephine knot earrings I got in Branson. Beautiful outfit all the way around.
This morning it’s navy blue with a different shawl. Today is also blue jeans and knock-off UGG boots because of the intense cold and the snow.
My plan is to wear something I’ve knit every day this week and post a picture. It’s not like I’ve got a shortage of choices. I have at least one I can think of that I haven’t even worn yet, and I know that because it still needs the ends woven in.
I took that picture the morning I left for India. I was petrified. All of the potentially horrible things that could happen while I was gone just kept swirling through my head. I think maybe you can see the sheer terror on my face.
But not on Lancelot. He’s grinning like a fool. He (and everyone else in all honesty) knew that I was capable of doing this and doing it well.
Everyone but me.
One of the most cruel jokes the mental brain plays on us is stripping away our confidence in ourselves, making us feel that we aren’t deserving or capable. But one of the greatest gifts it’s given me is empathy for others and the ability to be a champion for someone.
Life is not always perfect, and the world is not always kind, but I will strive to enjoy what I have as long as I have it.
Some stuff has happened since last I decided to write. First, I have fo sho decided to go back to grad school again. Because really, who doesn’t need multiple Master’s degrees? Second, my desk came and my office looks amazing. No pictures yet but you’ll get them. And third, I spent a solid 24 hours with Lancelot and it was AMAZING.
Oh, but who is this fine fella?
That is my handsome man. He is tall, has the most stunning blue eyes, a smile that lights up the room, gives the best hugs ever, is super funny, very sweet, off the charts smart, and for some strange reason thinks I’m beautiful. And yes, I grin like an idiot damn near the whole time I’m with him. For a jaded old bitch who thought she’d never find a man worth the time of day… Well, let’s just say that I have never in my life been more delighted to be 100% WRONG.
Another thing that’s happened…
I have returned to my preferred plumage. Purple and blonde really does suit me. You can’t really tell in this pic but I was sporting a very lovely pair of original earrings that Lancelot got for me yesterday while we were roaming around downtown.
And, this is happening right now…
That is a lovely new little air plant that I’ve fashioned a hanging apparatus for. The boys think plants are salad and I disagree. I also picked up an aloe vera plant today and something with really cool purple leaves to plant in the skull.
Have I mentioned that I am ridiculously happy these days?
I haven’t actually been doing much digitally after work at all these days, mostly because I’ve been out living a life. A life worth living, as though who know DBT would know. It’s good, really good. I’m creating myself, well and truly, and quite enjoying it.
I’ve done a few glass classes, will be doing another next Tuesday, I finished sewing the skirt I was making, redecorated parts of my bedroom, and installed a new shower head in my bathroom.
Tomorrow I start taking Humira for my skin issues and in November I’m going to India for work. Life has not been boring. Life has been the kind of busy that I find healthy and enjoyable.
Aside from being at the end of my rope with the skin stuff I’m in excellent health. I still love my job. My mom is the best. And I have the most amazing little orange boyfriends ever.