Kitchenish

[mrissa]

I don't think I've ever uploaded an image to my lj before, so please tell me if these do horrible things to your pages. In any case: Timprov took these of the redness of the kitchen. This is just about as dark as it ever is in there, early dusk.





The large map on the one side of the table is a 19th century map of the city of Minneapolis. Facing it, not visible from these angles, are a bunch of Ursula Vernon's strange fruit pictures. We're planning to add two of Timprov's pictures above the stove and the sink.

I am ridiculously pleased with the Darth Vader birthday card I found for Robin (and may, in fact, return to the store in hopes that they've restocked, so that I may send the wondrous thing to many other people who might need it), and I am mildly annoyed with the clothing designers who have decided that multiple rows of ruffles on the bustline are just what we need for spring. (Ma: you're not getting a shirt like this for your birthday. No matter how you whine and cry for it.)

Bunches of stuff going on here recently, some good, some worrisome. May is going to be a Red Queen sort of month here, running to stay in place. I don't actually want to stay in place, but running faster is not coming quite as well as one might hope. Trying not to be terminally distracted. Taking things as they come to hand, which is not my strong suit, and filling in the calendar bit by bit with practicalities around family/visiting plans, which is.

I'm pretty sure I can tell which direction forward is from here. Maybe. Almost sure. In any case: some of you wanted kitchen pictures, and now you have some.

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[dichroic.livejournal.com]

the clothing designers who have decided that multiple rows of ruffles on the bustline are just what we need for spring

And then there's Eddie Bauer, who appear to have decided that the way to differentiate new shirt designs is to stick ruching at random places. (Seriously. In the middle of the stomach? At the widest part of the bustline? What were they thinking??)

My kitchen is eensy, though at least it's functional. I miss US kitchens.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Yah, Eddie Bauer's line of shirts this year, other than plain T-shirts, seems to be dedicated to 1) things that will make my breasts look ridiculous (ruffles, ruching at the widest part of the bustline--like lace on a Sherman tank, I swear) and 2) things that will make my breasts Announce Their Presence With Authority. It's one thing to have a dress that's constructed with elastic just under the bustline; that is enough of an Announce Their Presence With Authority problem. But a button down shirt with gathered elastic immediately under the bustline? Y HALO THAR WE R THE BRESTS WE R PLEEZED TO MEK YUR QUAINTENS. Which, it turns out, is not my goal when I get dressed in the morning.

[dichroic.livejournal.com]

My most recently-purchased bras are a 32D. The Nordstrom saleswoman assured me they're just cut small, but you can imagine the shock to someone who was a 32A from age 15 (AA before that) into her 30s. You can probably also understand why I will be wearing my recent EB purchases only with my least constructed bras.

Fortunately 3 of the 5 are rucheless. The other two... well, we'll see. Also a loose linen tunic should not be tight in the arms, either upper or lower, just because a person might lift a few weights now and then.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

A person who lifts a few weights now and then might sympathize.

Seriously: I know what serious weight-lifting looks like, and it's not the little bitty stuff I do, so why is this an issue? Why???