Long Time No See

So it's been over a year since I posted on here. I always felt like I needed to make my posts worthy of being read by strangers. Only, what do I have to say that a stranger would want to read about?

But no one actually reads this. So I decided to make it into a diary. An online diary, that maybe 2 people will ever read. More people read my diary as a teen, so I should feel free to say whatever I like!!

First order of business. A very short overview of the last year.
1- Hubby got transferred to Regina.
2- House sold after we lowered our asking price $50,000. Ouch.
3- Bought a new house and moved to a bedroom community.
4- Girls started a new school which is quite diabetes friendly.
5- Actually started making friends. People I can stand being around for more that 5 minutes, yay!
6- I'm down to having to go to the school only every second day.
7- Joined a performance bellydance class. I'm going to get up on stage, dressed in a fun costume, and dance. With people watching. On purpose.
8- Between the amazing way dancing makes me feel, the extra time on my hands, and the adult conversation, I am dying to sew and create.

And that brings me to why I'm posting. I am going to start experimenting with patterns, fabrics, and construction techniques. I thought that using this blog as a record of my attempts, both successful and unsuccessful, would be a handy reference for myself. And anyone else interested in similar things.

The girls are out of school for the week and we're hanging out creating and playing. The girls are trying to play Munchkin alone (10 and 7 isn't quite old enough to do it without help) as I write. There are 2 corset patterns on the floor beside me. One modern one and one historical one I'm trying to adjust to my measurements. Since I have a broad back, straight figure, and a small bust, that is harder than it could be. I've been reading a lot of articles over at Foundations Revealed. I'm a member, but there are some great free articles, too. I need to do an order at Farthingales soon, and I don't really have a place to sew in my unfinished basement yet, but I can play with the patterns and styles, and sew in the floor if need be. I need to make some parts of my dance costumes anyway, so I can play at least a little before I get some busks. Now that we're all caught up, I just need to get to it and post my progress. To work, and see you soon!

Old poetry pt. 1

So we're trying to get our house ready to sell. We want as much as possible from it, so we are painting, and flooring, and fixing. While looking through a bunch of papers from the basement, I found some of my old writings. 2 things. 1- I used to be extremely melodramatic. Really, extremely melodramatic. 2- I was also very fatalistic and morbid. I used to have a lot of dreams where I died in a gory way, while trying to get last messages out to those around me. (All my nightmares are about losing my kids, now.)

Anyway, I found a poem about chasing something that you know is dangerous, something that will get you hurt,  and yet you do it anyway. Knowing it will go badly, you reach for it anyway. Thought I would share it. Be nice!!

Willing Sacrifice

Dragon's breath.

Sweet, fetid breath

Upon my neck and back.

I look to it's eyes,

Baring my throat.

My love for the sheen,

The hue of it's scales, 

For the intelligence

Deep in it's eyes,

Sacrifice my life.

Cause me to give my blood

To nurture it's massive, 

Blackened heart.

The elegantly long

Blood-red talons

Rip my ivory skin

To meet my red within.

Steam rises,

Like my soul fleeing my body.

Crimson rivers run eagerly

Across my paling, innocent bosom,

And from the parted ruby

Of my untouched lips.

Then it strikes me.

Horror.

Utter terror gripping my being.

Reaching weakly to my mouth,

I push away an imagined sea,

My drowning lungs,

Bursting through my ribs.

The dragon gazes

With seeming pity and love

Into my wide, confused eyes.

With tears brimming

My focus begins to fail.

I try to tell my dragon,

Express my love for him,

But my blanched lips

And blood-coated tongue

Were never meant to spill my soul.

I see my dragon closing in,

And reach for his beautiful smile.

I can feel his breath again,

Like a final caress

From a tender lover,

Before my vision fades

Into eternity.

Well, no wonder I used to be an insomniac. That was based on an actual dream. See? Morbid.