On the sewing front, I'm getting there. I finally found my iron last week but I still haven't found my large self healing mat. The little one, but not the big one. The little mat is maybe helpful for a bra and that's about it and I'm not quite organized enough for making a bra.
I am, however, vaguely organized to sew a rectangle. Large rectangles. Like curtains.
They aren't quite finished. I wasn't sure how well they would block out the sun and they were needed sooner rather than later because the blinds are useless. Completely useless. Not only are they ineffective at blocking sun, they provide no privacy. Something I realized coming home from bowling when Mr. Lina had the light on in the bedroom and I could see everything from the street. Not just the shape of my furniture, but the details too. No wonder the neighbours are so friendly. I put up a sheet that night, bought this fabric on the weekend, cut and turned the edges and we hung them up. As it turns out, I do need a fairly heavy lining to block out the sun so I'm glad I waited rather than cheaping out assuming the fabric was heavy enough.
Mr. Lina also has me sewing rectangles for a green screen. I'm less enthused by that as the fabric with the right shade of green is also rubber backed and freakishly heavy. It looks like it was sewn by drunk monkeys because it's hard to pull the fabric in 9' panels evenly. I refuse to sew more until he supports the fabric on the side. It's just embarrassing how crooked it is.
Things are moving pretty quickly on the home study/adoption front. Our adoption worker is such a good fit for us. We share similar interests in folk music, he plays guitar, he's really made Mr. Lina feel comfortable. We've had one meet & greet and our first visit (of 4-5) for the home study. It's pretty intense, there aren't many skeletons left in our closets. An hour and a half of talking (each, separately) about our childhood. And it's not just what I say but how I say it. Like he commented on how I talk about my dad, it's like I'm defending him when no one is attacking him. I didn't realize I felt that way, like I needed to justify everything. So strange. That interview rattled around my head for a few days. Still does I suppose. We were scheduled to have our second meeting today but he is sick, so it's going to be next week.
Oh and we went to Montreal for a wedding. Who gets married in Montreal in January when most of your family are in Manitoba? Not the best time of year for travelling. BUT, it was in the Plateau area, I bought 3 pieces of fabric without it being a hassle at all, and I'm so happy for the couple. They really are well suited and just crazy enough for the other. It was a wonderfully casual wedding with cocktail dresses for a dress code.
|Emery board for scale, really they are all black/grey.|