Gardening for the Blood Type Diet, Ethnic Clothes

It is amazing how a simple cold virus can bring a household to it's knees. We have all spent the last week coughing up our lungs.

In that time, we did start planning our garden, though. We Square Foot Garden, and get a lot of produce, while still managing to keep our lawn. The only problem is that our naturopath has our diabetic DD on the blood type diet. She's type A, so no nightshades. I'm not quite sure how to garden without tomatoes or peppers. I always keep a section of the garden where they can go eat whatever they want, and that shouldn't change, but the no nightshades will hurt. Of course, I'm type O, so that means her recommendations for me were different, but 3 against 1.

On the sewing front, I've been sort of drawn to the ethnic feel of the clothes in some of the stores, but I'm not fond of the lack of shape. The embroidered and batik fabrics are amazing, the strong gypsy feel very nice, but not everyone looks good in a tent, and many people look pregnant in an empire waist with a flared skirt. The batwing shirts are something else, too. I might have a couple of them hiding somewhere, but they are probably sized for a 14 year old. Well, the ethnic feel sort of goes with my bellydancing obsession, and Ann Sayre Wiseman's Cuts of Cloth is definitely a start for some experiments. There may be a kameez or afghanistan blouse in my near future. I also have some glorious chinese silk in a heavy kimono weight just waiting to turn into something.

This cape over on BurdaStyle goes well my current vampire fetish as well. Maybe that's what I should do with that red silk. I have a smaller piece of black with gold dragons, but the red would be more striking. The question is, am I ready to venture out of hiding? It's so much easier to hide what I really like, than to come out in Saskatchewan. The red would certainly speak out, and when we first moved here, I still wore my vintage furs, and biker boots, and piercings, but has my nerve fled forever? Are Husky's sweats and ponytails my future, or chinese red capes and 2 tone hair? Only time will tell.

Diversions!

Well, I was supposed to work on my FLYlady control journal today, but, I didn't. My DH informed me that he wanted to make him some more deodorant. We started to, and then we got carried away. I made a nice tinted lip gloss for me, some manly body oil for him, steeped some more herbal oils, did a nice stimulating hair oil treatment, a wonderful body scrub, and spent more money on yet more essential oils. Can't make a manly oil without cedar, after all. The deodorant did get made, but we tweaked the recipe. It's amazing how his presence makes me goof off so much. I guess there are downsides to actually being friends with your husband. The girls helped some, but got so caught up in making ramps for their hotwheels, that they let us smell and blend while they cut and taped. And decorated, of course. When girls make ramps for their hotwheels, the ramps must have ribbon on them, don't you know.

Since this was my Sunday, I'm going to do the Monday FLYlady clean tomorrow, anyway. She has a blogtalk radio show on the Monday clean, and a timer and nattering in the background actually seems to help. Stops the mind from wandering to all the other stuff I could be doing. I found lots of in between today. Hopefully that doesn't mean I've filled my quota for the season!

FLYing

I am scatterbrained. That's all there is to it. I am very easily distracted, especially when it's chores that I'm supposed to be focusing on. However, I have to feed my kids, take the oldest to kindergarten, give insulin shots, keep track of glucose levels, and try to clean up after 2 very needy, scatterbrained children. My 2 year old DD has all kinds of problems, type 1 diabetes being the most pressing, but they all add up to someone who cries quite a bit, needs to be carried a lot, and yet insists on dressing herself, going potty by herself, and actually does okay cleaning up after herself. My 5 year old DD is artistic, imaginative, and quite emotionally needy. She also is as scattered as me. Well, more so. She has a terrible time picking up, but can literally get out every toy and fancy dress in her room and spread them all over the house in under 30 minutes. She wears 5 or 6 outfits a day, all of them with long, complicated stories, that she likes to explain to me in the most roundabout, confusing way. She got that from me too. I talk too much. My tastes are extremely varied (my girls are learning to share that taste in a place where cliques and fitting in are almost a religion). All this adds up to a major organization handicap. And so, for the fourth or fifth time, I am restarting to FLY. For those of you who don't know what I'm talking about, here's the link. FLYlady. Any other FLYers? Today I'll redo my control journal, and I'll post results later. "Come, other butterflies, flitting among the flowers like I, and FLY!!!"

Merry Eostara

Well, it's a time for new beginnings, and here we go. The new sewing room is... well... on its way. I still have piddly work to do, but I can see the floor, yay!!!!