Monday, July 23, 2018

Getting Dressed

Sometimes I manage to find amazing ways to fill time voids that don't really exist. I might spend an hour or five sitting in a hammock reading a book which is time I could use to do...anything, I suppose. 

But then, I'll not do anything. 

Saturday I managed to rather spectacularly overbook myself. Having done so, I set an alarm so I would wake up around 6 a.m., even though it was the weekend, in order to have time to get up, get dressed and get the day going no later than 10. On a weekend when the commitments are not work related, this is a real chore. 

However, having set the alarm, I managed to wake and even abide by all the rules. I got out of bed, I made coffee and had a bite of cheese, a normal weekend. Then I contemplated the clothing I would where that would need to get me through lunch, a possible three hour bike ride, and then onto a date. I wanted something that would be cool, as it was insanely ripe and humid out, but also something goth and dark and flowing. 

Sadly, I had to admit that what I wanted was a dress made of material I had picked up in Brasila that I hadn't managed to get around making yet. 

I checked the time and saw that it was only 8 a.m. I ran a quick calculation in my head. I new exactly the cut I wanted. This was a pattern-less dress that I was basically copying off a copy of another pattern I had copied and modified. All together I needed only three puzzle pieces plus the wrap, and I figured if I started cutting now, I'd have time to make the dress, get shower, and get out the door by 10 a.m. at the latest. 

Any sane person would just go into the overflowing closet of close, finish their breakfast, watch a bit of T.V. and then go to the doctor. Sadly, I am not this sane person. 

Hence, scissors, fabric, cutting, setting up my machine and from cut to finish putting together a wrap dress for the rest of the days randomness. Random is the best description, for the day went wild indeed, but at least I felt well dressed for it. 

For some, getting dressed is an act of making a decision, for me, it is often the act of making the clothes I need to walk out of the door in that day. 

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