beesknees

Been in a cranky funk the last few days. Probably just cold snowy weather, lockdown craziness, and quitting the booze again. That's not actually as dramatic an announcement as it sounds; regularly drinking a beer or two in the evening is just too many empty calories when I'm boredom-baking and not able to exercise much.

My brain's compass point has just drifted back to negative directions; I'm worried about the pipes, the kids, my job contract, even things that aren't problems yet like the weather shifting back to warm and the estate returning to perpetual-noise-antisocial mode. For all I rolled my eyes at CBT, at least those habits are kicking in - altho I doubt my counsellor would have entirely approved of "Calm yer tits, girl, you're being extra for no damn reason" as a proper cycle breakdown. Eh, if it helps, it helps.

Had a break here due to a sudden loud-ass snap and stink of ozone; turns out partner's power supply unit in his computer's gone out dramatically, no saving it. Argh...one more line item on this month's lean budget. Ah well.

At least I finally finished this dress after working on it in bits for weeks. Will take photos at some point - it's simple, fits fine, not in love with the neckline but eh. For a summer dress it'll do! Back to skirts, I think, planning a couple short half-circle ones, also for summer. Low-key annoyed at sewing blogs and tutorials that really often assume only wee twee girls are reading - like this tool, which gives me and my 38-inch waist:


rather than "Here's how to cut your fabric in panels rather than on the fold!"

*eyeroll*