Woke up from a strange dream again


I dreamed that I was a normie. HAHAHAHA just kidding.

Morning all, I’m playing with a theory that in my dreams I’m okay, and can walk and run just like normal people do. Sadly, tthat will never happen again. Talk about heart breaking. At least in my dreams I can run eh?

The conversion of the dungeon to a studio is on going. Yesterday, the Hubs and I moved an air conditioner, and then we cleared the worst of the crap. I spent the evening swapping books for fabric and yarn on shelves again. The process isn’t finished yet. I sit at my desk with 5 boxes of office crap slash books and such behind me.

Once Hubsy wakes up, he laid down for a nap, I’m going to switch those out and pop them under my bed. I then need to sweep and such. I still have to figure out clothes. I’m in the midst of multiple clothes conversion projects.

When clothes don’t fit, or become too worn or such, I convert them to another thingamie. It doesn’t take long, but they do take room. We don’t have storage for that, and I am down to a few select garments that I wear in public, and a few that I wear at home.

So, sorting and storage solutions have to be in my near future. Also, I kinda went on a bit of a fabric bender again. I’m not ashamed, but my cheeks are a little hot thinking about it. I made the executive decision that instead of paying 40 each for an under the clothes upper body garment, I’m going to buy a pattern, and make my own. I’m sick and tired of finding latex in things that shouldn’t be there.

Okay, I’m sick of blistering from that issue.

I also have several sewing machine toys coming. Spare belts and parts, extra oil, a gun cleaning kit that I can use exclusively on the sewing machine. I figure the expense for this this way. The 160 it would have cost for the underpinnings is getting split up into the expenses this way. 80 for fabric. 80 for sewing machine bits and bobs. The Hubsy doesn’t care, really, and is okay as long as I help with household expenses.

He’s mellowed out a bit over the years.

BRB, my coffee cup has developed a hole in the bottom, and I feel a wave of sadness coming.

There, that’s better. Where was I? Oh, how I’m rationalizing and justifying spending money on fabric and sewing machine gear rather than the bane of my existence pre-made.

You get the point, don’t you? I hope you do. I loathe those damned things. I don’t trust that there isn’t going to be latex or some other crap in them, and fear is pushing me into the undergarment industry. I’m going to start with bikini tops, and work my way over into those dreaded garments from hell.

I’ve started this post with waking up from a dream where I was ‘normal’ we both know that I will never ever be. By yeeting off into a stitching montage, I am starting to feel better. That was truly a nightmare.

Hugs, huge squishy ones everyone. Hope all is well with you. May your coffee be bottomless, and your day be better than any. -L

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