I am SO GLAD I have you guys. I need to hear experiences on things, ya know? Throwing up and getting sick from massages? That some of you were aware that these things could happen makes me feel much better, because I'm kinda still tripping.
And geez, in spite of what appear to be less than favorable circumstances in my life right now, I've been feeling pretty good, emotionally. So do I have to dredge up a bunch of crap to get these toxins out of my muscles? Will massage and eating well and exercising banish them? If I manage to get present, and practice forgiveness, starting, saaay, today, will that keep more from building up? Will the old ones just stay there unless I call up and cuss my father out? I have my mother's ashes. Should I go talk to them and get a few things off my chest? How does this stuff work?!
Whew. Sorry. The confusion was attacking me. I'll take this journey one step at a time, as I've taken all others, whether I've intended to or not. :)
Let's talk about the dress I was wearing during The Attack of the Healing Hands. I hesitate to say I made it, although I did, because it's really just an insta-dress. You buy the fabric already smocked. All you have to do is wrap it around yourself to see how much fabric you need for it to fit comfortably and stay up, sew and finish your seam, and hem it if you don't like the length of the finished selvedge edge. I also made a neck strap, but Bubs said it looked better without it. When I finished it and put it on, Schmin said to me, Oh yeah, Kali and Kodi wear dresses like that. Kali and Kodi are my nieces. They're like, oh, 8 and 6 years old. The last time I wore smocking, it was the 1970s. I was maybe 12. I am aware of the girlish element, but that's part of why I like it. Plus, it's hot out there! Plus, the boys said it looked good enough to wear outside (well, consider them), and once I did, I noticed the big comeback that the smocked dress has made. There were about 4 of us wearing versions at the beauty supply.
What good is a throwback to the '70s if you're not standing by a tree? What was it with posing near trees in the 70s? And with the check out my chin pose? Maybe that was a convention of the 80s, which wouldn't surprise me.
There's no stopping the smocking. I bought a different print for another dress. (C'mon, I got both on sale at Jo-Ann's.) I might put straps on that one. That way, I can really fit in with my nieces, go back and relive my childhood, this time happily, and build up no toxins! I knew it! Smocking is the key!