Ronni
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Loose ends, I can't and don't deal with them well either, Ronni.I feel very much the same way. Whether I’m settling in to watch a movie, paint or sketch, do a craft, or any other recreational endeavor, my environment needs to be in order.
I’m just not able to relax well if things are disordered or incomplete. I’ve been that way for as long as I can remember. I’m so thankful that Ron is the same way. We both hustle around wrapping stuff up before we settle in to watch a movie together.
When I was married before, my ex would get so irritated and impatient when I’d try to finish the dishes or whatever before he put a movie on. To keep the peace, because he would get so angry, I’d just sit down, but the entire time I was bothered by the undone stuff and couldn’t completely relax.
It truly does make such a difference, doesn't it, Geez?I like to “clear the decks”, have neat surroundings and make sure my time is open ended before I start something that requires full concentration . Back in the day when I did do big sewing projects, like the time I was recovering the dining room chair seats for example, or anything that requires full concentration like doing taxes, paying bills, on line shopping. With my face washed, hair combed, fresh “house clothes” on. I don’t go for heels& makeup it at least I do put my teeth in, haha
Grab a firm hold of the elastic waistband of your ginch, and give them a good tug... pull them up nice and high!I wonder what the men's advice was for using a hammer and nails?![]()
shower, get your best frock on..I wonder what the men's advice was for using a hammer and nails?![]()
Been there so many times, Ruth.I totally agree, although I sometimes get carried away getting everything in order and then I don't have time to sew.
The bit about the makeup and dress was a bit much.
My clothes are always clean but I don't think my flannel plaid pants with a worn purple sweat shirt would cut it. I do accessorize with a pair of darned hunting socks my hubby threw out. It adds a nice touch.
Or Ruth, you go, go, go, until you're too pooped-out to do anything else.I totally agree, although I sometimes get carried away getting everything in order and then I don't have time to sew.
The bit about the makeup and dress was a bit much.
My clothes are always clean but I don't think my flannel plaid pants with a worn purple sweat shirt would cut it. I do accessorize with a pair of darned hunting socks my hubby threw out. It adds a nice touch.
No lipstick... makeup... hairspray... nail-polish?When I sew, always when I sewed I was as comfortable as possible. I didn't/don't dress up to do it.
No lipstick... makeup... hairspray... nail-polish?
Boy, are you ever dedicated! LOL!![]()
Ouch!!!! Did it get infected?There should be a warning about making sure your toddler isn't in the room with you when you sew.
I was sewing once and my daughter climbed under the sewing machine table and decided to press down on the foot pedal. The machine stitched a line all along the side of my finger. It really hurt pulling that thread out.
ROFLMAO!I never wear makeup, haven't for 30 years. My nail polish is clear to keep the fingernails from peeling. I do wear hairspray on the my bangs. Otherwise I look like a shaggy terrier, but the sewing machine does not care about that. I learned to sew on my mom's old treadle long before there was hairspray. If something just ripped, and I'm repairing it, I may be sitting there in my undies with my hair disheveled. That only matters if it's cold.
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I wish I could remember my moms better, because I seem to remember hers having a work light on it, and I can't remember if the light worked in conjunction with the movement of the treadle plate, or whether there was a power cord for the light, and who knows, the light very well could have been added as an after-thought.I actually have an 1885 Singer sewer that maternal grandmother (born 1892) used until at least the late 1950s. Recall playing with it as a child in the late 1940s, pressing the foot treadle, making the wheel spin.
Late wife for some reason wanted it as some sort of artifact, so here it sits in her office.