Friday, November 25, 2011

proving skillz

So. I got accepted to the course. Come Monday, routine will, once again, be completely and utterly shattered.
Luckily, it's only six weeks.
I can handle six weeks of waking up @ 6 am, writing a few sentences by hand while having coffee and getting dressed, then driving 45 minutes to school, learning for six hours and then driving 45 minutes to get back home.
I can do this.

I hope.

But that's not all, folks.

At the interview, a nice man decided I need a degree. So he took it to himself to get me one. Now.
Yesterday I met up with him and a nice lady from some school or whatever (I wasn't entirely awake when I went there so some things sorta slipped) and we Made Plans. Big Plans.

As a result, I must now make clothes, and a port folio-thingie, and then go before a panel and show my work, and if they see me worthy, I will get my degree.

Scary shit, once again. I'm really going to be a seamstress.

After the meeting I had to go shopping. Of course. I dug up red satin and a white lace curtain thinking I'd make two outfits for the test-thingie. And then I bought D-rings and pale green mohair and a black sewing thread and an orange fabric and a blouse. An H&M blouse, black and basic. It was size 36, and when I tried it on at home, I realized it's a tad big. Irritating.

So anyway, no pics, again, I'm lazy and busy. Must write and design.

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Trust me, I don't know what to say

As you may remember (I had almost forgotten), I applied for a course a month or so ago. On Tuesday I got a letter inviting me to an interview.
The interview was yesterday, on Wednesday. I had a 24 hours notice to go. Very polite :D

Anyways, I don't like being interviewed. Especially not for a course or a job. I always get nervous and then I start to stutter and repeat myself. In general, I make a horrible first impression on situations like that.
Y-day was no exception. I went, I stuttered, I failed. But I was pretty, though. Maybe they'll remember that instead of the stupidities that poured out of my mouth.
This is what I wore.


blouse, tie & shoes: second hand
skirt & corset: hand-made


And then I went shopping. Didn't find anything, though, exept a bottle of wine for Friday. Carnival Syrah. I haven't tried it before, but the description sounded nice, so I decided to give it a go. Hope I'll like it.

So now let's talk about make-up. I probably said at an earlier time that I don't know how to do it properly. I've never found the right shade of foundation, so now I just go without. If someone gets bothered about my shiny nose, sorry, get a pair of shades.
In lipstick and mascara I trust, and sometimes I even line my eyes. With kohl. No liquid eye-liner for me, I'll just make a horrid mess and panic :D

Y-day I felt pretty, though. That happens a lot.

I don't think prettiness comes from the outside, after all. It's a state of mind, much like inner peace and self-esteem.

I think.

Wore earrings too. I've had rightie pierced six times, but the last time I tried to put on earrings, I noted the two on top had grown shut. So now there's four. Which is A-OK, and totally enough.
The earrings I wore I got from mom who bought them when she was young. In the sixties, that is. Does that make them vintage? Anyway, I like them. Big, but not too big, and pure silver.


A couple of days ago (was it Monday? I forget) a friend stopped by and brought me a pair of shoes. Pretty shoes. Warm shoes. HW happy.

Thanks Averna <3
So. Until next time. I promise to add photos more often from now on.