If you can't pleat 'em

I actually can pleat. Just a little though. And nobody can look while I'm doing it. I sewed a zipper in as well. It turned out nice on the 2nd go. I thought it'd be harder 'cuz of all of the ads to buy lessons on zipper sewing. For realsies? The machine is starting to do a lot more of the work than I am. Which is good. The purpose of using a machine would be defeated if I was doing all of the work. Anyhoo...I made a skirt! Technically it needs to be lined (otherwise it would be awfully scandalous). I'm proud of this skirt. It's my second skirt and the first one made from scratch. Well. Not really scratch. I didn't make any fabric. That would have been really hard. And time consuming. Maybe someday.

My next project is to fix the man's shirts. They're too big as of now and don't show off his manly manliness. Hey! I've got time now! Later gators!

Sssssssssssssmoki'

The kitchen is. Not me. I have a bit of a rough time when I try not to breathe. But the oven seems to be helping the kitchen get over the hump. Nothing's on fire. (Hooray!) Dying in burny flames was not on the itinerary for the day. Butter. I'm pretty sure there's melted butter in the bottom of the oven. I opened the door but the humidity is keeping the smoke in. Booooo.

The cat...sigh...le cat. She is not so good. She's trying to hide a lot. Or a little depending on how you look at it. (Because she's so very small.) I will be sorely upset with her if she dies today. I just went a bought a bunch of catfood. I put half a box over her cat bed so it's a cave. She seems satisfied with the results and has been not hiding in places I can't find her and is just hiding in the place I made for her to hide.

Brarg...I mean...Brarg

Excite-bike! I'm stuck at home. I have been here for about a month. I'm usually far too busy with work to remember I had a blog. Sheesh.

I desperately want to work again. I'm terrible with staying at home. Home now is in New Zealand. I live on "The Shore" which some people disagree with. I dislike that there's no way to bike to work any more after dropping mad cash-monies to get those bikes. Maybe in time things will change. But working. I like my job, I'm good at it and I'm getting better. Or I was until I bunked up. The whole system bunked up but I helped the bunking up to start.

My immigration paperwork was missing my husband's passport because it wasn't on the BLOODY GODDAMNED CHECKLIST for things that were required to be included. It was just in small print in the middle of the form. And the case worker said a lot of people miss that. Why don't you bloody fix it then? So, yeah. Immigrating sucks donkey bollocks.

Being at home has given me the opportunity to try to nurse my cat. I'm a terrible nurse though. I get sad. And that just isn't helpful. My cat (who is actually my husband's cat) is dying. She's old and she won't eat and when she does eat she has terrible poos. She's been falling a lot. I find this heartbreaking. She'll be trying to climb up to the window (which now has a series of boxes like a staircase) and on the final step she'll pop up and then lean too far back and come crashing down. She's down to 2.2kg from 3.5kg. Never a big cat but now she's impossibly small. I'm afraid to do anything with her.