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Week one of the new diet is finished, and I'm down 7.5 pounds! :D I am really pleased with this, but I still have a long way to go, so I'm not getting too excited. This current week may be a bit weird because I had a massive diverticulitis attack over the weekend and could hardly eat anything besides broth, and my system still isn't fully recovered. I'm taking it easy with food, just nibbling on a cube of cheese or drinking some broth so my guts don't have to do too much. I tried eating some roast at our weekly family dinner last night and ended up with a very unhappy system, so it's broth and cheese cubes for the foreseeable future.
Of course, sitting on the couch and trying not to move meant that no packing happened this weekend at all. Or any sewing. I guess I'll be pulling out something old to wear for the upcoming 1812 picnic, but M has nothing to wear, so I need to cut out at least his shirt and waistcoat so I can hand-sew it together. He needs some better breeches, too, since he hates the ones he has (too scratchy), but if that doesn't happen he can just wear a pair of khaki pants and it will be good enough. It's hard to plan any projects with half my fabrics packed away and the sewing room in chaos. I can't even remember if I still have my thread at the house right now.
I'm in a very 1920s costumy/arty/musicy mood right now, so I've been devouring all the 1920s things. I spent a good part of Saturday night watching 1920s surrealist films, which was quite an interesting ride. (Everyone always talks about Un Chien Andalou because Dali and Bunuel are attached to it, but I liked The Seashell and the Clergyman better as far as imagery goes. It also was made by a female surrealist, which makes it extra awesome, and came out a year earlier, so it's really the first surrealist film ever made, and not Un Chien Andalou.) Of course, a bunch of completely amazing 1920s houses popped up for sale this past weekend, too, all sadly out of my price range. (Totally drooling over this house, but it's about $100K over the stretchiest-stretch top of our budget.) Anyway, I'm itching for some sort of 1920s event, but I don't like my current body enough to stuff it into one of those low-waisted sausage casing dresses. Maybe in 80 pounds or so.
Of course, sitting on the couch and trying not to move meant that no packing happened this weekend at all. Or any sewing. I guess I'll be pulling out something old to wear for the upcoming 1812 picnic, but M has nothing to wear, so I need to cut out at least his shirt and waistcoat so I can hand-sew it together. He needs some better breeches, too, since he hates the ones he has (too scratchy), but if that doesn't happen he can just wear a pair of khaki pants and it will be good enough. It's hard to plan any projects with half my fabrics packed away and the sewing room in chaos. I can't even remember if I still have my thread at the house right now.
I'm in a very 1920s costumy/arty/musicy mood right now, so I've been devouring all the 1920s things. I spent a good part of Saturday night watching 1920s surrealist films, which was quite an interesting ride. (Everyone always talks about Un Chien Andalou because Dali and Bunuel are attached to it, but I liked The Seashell and the Clergyman better as far as imagery goes. It also was made by a female surrealist, which makes it extra awesome, and came out a year earlier, so it's really the first surrealist film ever made, and not Un Chien Andalou.) Of course, a bunch of completely amazing 1920s houses popped up for sale this past weekend, too, all sadly out of my price range. (Totally drooling over this house, but it's about $100K over the stretchiest-stretch top of our budget.) Anyway, I'm itching for some sort of 1920s event, but I don't like my current body enough to stuff it into one of those low-waisted sausage casing dresses. Maybe in 80 pounds or so.
