as some of you know, i am on holiday from the 9-5 jobby-job this week and next. this first week, has been filled with oh-my-goodness greatness, oh-my-goodness busy-ness, and oh-my-goodness-gracious calamity...but it all has a happy ending and i shall be off to bed soon to have warm-fuzzy-happy-ending sweet dreams.
well, great and wonderful dj reborn had a gig that was canceled last friday (why rain, why?), but rescheduled for this friday - tonight. i thought this was perfect! i'd be off work and actually have time to make something new to wear (which i've been itching to do all summer, plus i'd never been to the studio museum in harlem before and i wanted to feel extra special). so i embarked on the making of a new dress. BUT i also promised to donate some artwork for a silent auction at a big obama fund-raiser being held on saturday. i had to hand in my artwork by thursday, so that had to take precedence...poo! well, not poo, exactly, but you know what i mean. i worked myself into a tither trying to figure out what to do for the artwork...finally, on thursday (in the wee hours), i decided to get some photos printed and mounted and use that. of course, i also had to put labels and ad my artist bio (i hate writing about myself...it feels like writing my own obituary). so i really only had thursday night and friday daytime to whip up this dress i wanted out of some west african fabric given to me by the ever-lovely and fabulous miss cristina. SO, i got to work!
then, before it got too late, i decided to make myself a little something to eat...and inadvertently stabbed myself in the left hand. nearly two inches long and pretty deep. past the fatty tissue. lots of bleeding. of course, i'm pretty clumsy and a veteran of self-induced injury, so i wasn't panicked at all. but after the bleeding slowed 15 minutes later and i was all wrapped up (and i'd eaten), it occurred to me that i had very limited sensation in my smallest (and favorite) finger. i looked online with my one good hand, and decided i should probably take my uninsured self to the emergency room to be on the safe side. i spent WAY too much money on art school to lose the use of a hand at this stage in the game...
three stitches and several hours later, i returned home, did a little work on the dress, and poured myself into bed around 6am. woke up at 11:30am and got back to work on the dress. i only had a 2nd muslin for the bodice done. i checked the fit on that, made pattern corrections and cut it in fabric. i didn't do a pattern for the skirt at all. just measured, cut and sewed. time was getting really close. i was supposed to meet cristina at the studio museum at 7. i texted her i'd be there by 7:30pm. i finished the dress in such a manner that it looked presentable (as long as you don't get too, too close or turn it inside out or anything), and got on the train at 7:20pm. got to the studio museum at 8:30pm. cristina was wonderfully un-upset by my tardiness. dj reborn was AMAZING on the turntables (no surprise there). and apart from the pain and disappointment i felt from the shoes i'd picked up the week before to go with the dress i'd made, i had a phenomenal time!
the moral of the story: new dresses, good friends, and ass-shaking make everything better.
goodnight my lovelies...warm-fuzzy sweet dreams to you all.
- Mood:
Amused - Listening to: jill scott and janelle monae
- Reading: 'say you're one of them' by uwem akpan
- Watching: 'clay pigeons' -vince vaughn's serial killer charm
- Eating: cupcakes...every chance i get, cupcakes
- Drinking: shirley temple. very red. four cherries.