Short bits and pieces from a scattered brain

[magid]

The sukkah looked great the first night, with the lanterns and lights casting a warm, reddish glow, and the drawings on the side. We talked about theater in general, and Antony and Cleopatra in particular. I also got an unexpected cookie narration, describing the shortbread expectations, the crumbliness, the later peanut butter thoughts. Scholargipsy, this doesn't let you off the hook for a cookie narration. The meal felt unbalanced, towards starches, and desserts, and away from green, but others
were fine with it, so I suppose it went off reasonably well.

I have learned that despite the best intentions, taking time off around yom tov means errands and tasks for yom tov will expand to fill the available time. For more of a vacation, I need to take time off somewhen else.

I also learned that clerks in office stores are not necessarily more knowlegeable about their products: the markers weren't indelible, after all. Sigh.

I am not balancing social time and alone time very well, or perhaps not managing either well when I have it, or something. I need to figure out how to do this better, how to make the most of the time I have, not sitting around wanting it to be some other kind of time.

Black dresses with mesh panels: clothing I wish I had the ability to wear. I suspect I wouldn't, in any case, but the confidence, the somewhat revised shape... that would be nice.

Happy birthday wishes to ZZBottom. May the rest of the year be as lovely as your birthday gathering.

Last night was pretty warm for eating in the sukkah with the relatives. Happily, they brought some of the meal, so it was pretty easy: they brought lemon-pepper bluefish, and (peeled!) roasted potatoes. I made roasted onions and carrots; and sauteed onions, lots of red peppers, garlic, and black olives. I already had challah and an apple-raisin strudel left over. It worked well (though, again, a significant lack of green-osity), since the
food was good, and I have less than when I started, though about the same number of dishes to do. Sigh.

A week or so ago, someone downstairs got a new hot water heater. This should have nothing to do with me, theoretically. But since then I've had extreme variability in water pressure. I don't know what could've happened, but I suspect the two are linked. I wish I had more house-knowledge.

Comments

[curly-chick.livejournal.com]

Ditto on your feelings about the dress but gosh she looked gorgeous.

Someday, maybe...probably never...

[magid.livejournal.com]

Maybe the confidence, at least...

ahem

[missdimple.livejournal.com]

You both are gorgeous...you just don't realize it. There was a time that I thought I wasn't very pretty. You don't have to be a size 6 to be radiant. Mostly it's one part grease paint, one part hairspray, one part energy, one part confidence...maybe two parts confidence. I've seen you both look breathtaking....the trick is to see that reflected back in the mirror.

Re: ahem

[magid.livejournal.com]

Every so often, I feel gorgeous, but most of the time, I don't (either just feeling ok/nothing in particular/neutral, or actively not-happy with my appearance). I know that some of it is internalized societal standards (from the media, not the current society in which I find myself :-), some of it is just my mood, and the rest... might be hairspray and greasepaint :-).

Re: ahem

[missdimple.livejournal.com]

I find that I feel more of the gorgeousness when I break out of my regular routine of dress. I also have started to find (and wear) clothes that stretch my line of propriety, so that it has a titillating effect for myself and others. I also find clothes that fill my need to feel sexy without being daring. With those, it's not really important if other people agree with my assessment because the point is that I feel sexy. The latter doesn't have to be tight or neck-plunging...just stuff that I think brings out the color of my eyes...flatters my neck...or I just feel good in.

Does that make sense?

Re: ahem

[magid.livejournal.com]

Yes, it makes sense. I think some of my issues are tied up with having felt the need to dress modestly for religious reasons for so long, long enough to warp my brain some, in addition to not always being so pleased with the shape of my body. I'm trying to find reasonably every day clothes that are a bit more flattering/make me feel pretty/don't fall into the usual slightly-oversized to avoid self-consciousness issues. I want to be getting more movement in, too, to modify the body a bit, which helps not only the brain, but keeps me living in my body more, not just my head.