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Texas Renaissance Fair is here!

I've never been, but I hear it's a huge event. I'm going with the shop to it on Halloween, and for that I need a costume. I hate the cheapo costumes that you can find in Party City, so I decided to go to Ross and buy bedsheets to use as fabric. I had some bedsheets from when I was living alone, but since Alex and I have a King bed, I have no use for twin bedsheets. Rather than waste them, I've been using them for small projects here and there. Now they have purpose!

I am uh.

Woefully unprepared for Butterwick designs from the 70s.

First of all DAMN these sizes are SMALL (I'm a men's small-medium in shirts, pants ~34) and according to Butterwick I'm a size 14. Second of all DAMN this shit makes NO SENSE.

I haven't even cut my pieces yet. I'm too intimidated by all the instructions -- I facetimed my mom and we went over them, and I have an idea, but WOOOOO do I not know shit about this. I'm used to internet walkthrough tutorials on sewing, not this. So, uh, we will see if my tunic is wearable.

I did it! I did a non-disastrous sewing project! I sucked it up and stopped using scissors for cutting and got a self-healing mat and cutting wheel ... thing for a significant discount and it's made all the difference. With my newfound ability to cut cleaner lines, I went for the simplest thing I could manage at the time: A dog bandana.



Anyways the shiba hates it because he rarely wears a collar or anything on his neck except when out for walks. We went to Joann's to pick out the fabric for it, and in true gay dad fashion, Alex spent about 7 minutes comparing and contrasting fabrics. Only the best for baby. I wandered off because he vetoed everything I pointed at and eventually he returned with a fabric.

Also today I'm going to the dentist and I'm NOT EXCITED because despite my best attempts at oral hygiene I always end up with a cavity or two. It's genetic in my family to be cavity prone. Fingers crossed that I don't have any because dentists are too damn expensive.

 There was some MORTUARY TEA today.

I'm in a FB group for young morticians which is usually mild with the occasional meme or debate. However, today someone bragged that they were blazed while performing a home removal.
For reference, that is when someone dies at home and you have to cart out Meemaw's body while the whole family watches. It's awkward, usually has stairs involved, and sometimes Meemaw poops or bleeds or vomits or tries to take a tumble if she's very heavy. Not really something to be high for.

I genuinely don't mind weed, smoke it if you got it, but going to work where you deal with fragile human remains while intoxicated? Recipe for disaster. I really can't believe she put that in a public forum like Facebook. Anyways once that received backlash she deleted and left. Aiiiiiye.

I bought a 401a Slant-O-Matic from Ebay that's in good (tested) working condition. It's from the late 50s and kind of ugly, but I'm honestly extremely excited for it to arrive. It should, on August 4th -- I can't wait to absolutely destroy the beautiful fabric I own.

Speaking of fabric, Alex's mom has three tubs of fabric that she used and she's letting me dig through! Yay! I can't wait to potentially ruin it!