smothered hope

Ok, so where am I, what was I doing?

Oh, yeah, dreaming up plans and schemes and not doing enough about them. Well, I have been doing stuff, and perhaps it's the frustration of non-instantaneous results, but DAMN! Do I ever need cash. Truth be told, I have been working like a beaver (the furry, dam-building type, you cretins, but that's not to say the other type hasn't been doing her duty either, and that's all the TMI dirt you're getting from me today), it's just that the part where I make money hasn't yet begun. So, what is all this cryptic nonsense, then? What is this non-sequitur, excited babbling about? I'll tell you.

I make stuff. I sew pretty damn well, in fact, and I've been doing plenty of it. I'm making some lovely goodies, and they're going to be sold in my town as soon as I have enough of them to get into shops and online. I'd mention what sort of goodies I'm working on, but since I haven't yet begun my marketing, I think it's best to keep it in the hush-hush phase for the time being. (In typical Kat-fashion, I'm counting chickens as soon as I see the first cracks in the eggshells.) All I will share is that I've figured out what to do with all the lengths of fabric that aren't appropriate for making real clothing with, as well as all the bits and bobs my Mom and late Grandmother bequeathed to me when I first learned how to work a sewing machine. And it will be good.

Other bits of goodly-goodness: I did another set with the inimitable Mr. Jenkins, including some cutesy, pin-up style shots to showcase the adorable, frilly knickers I so compulsively purchased from Spit Pretty. (Glamour shots pending, as Jason has to find time in his own, insane promotion schedule to edit them.)

Other than that, there has been much movie-watching, conspiring and mah jongg playing. The usual. Oh! And what would my life be without drunken outbursts in public, leaving me fearful I've definitely burned down the remnants of a bridge I really wanted to repair? Boo to that, but hopefully all is not lost on that front. I'm sparing you the details because A) it's embarrassing, and B) there's no point agonizing over it, since I did enough of that the following day. Knuckle-biting and wishing I knew what to say to make everything better does not fix anything. Truth is, it probably wasn't as awful as my mind remembers it, and I will very likley have the opportunity to patch it up in the near future. Ooops! Being cryptic again - sorry 'bout that.

I almost got tickets to see the incredible Ms. Etta James today, but plans were foiled by a family who insisted my benefactor pay for her bridesmaid dress out of her own pocket (for her own sister's wedding, no less!). Still, it was the thought that counted more than anything, and the fact that my lovely Princess wanted to go so much that she offered to pay exorbitant Jazz Fest prices to bring me along was heart-melting. Of course, if anyone wanted to make some tix magically appear, I promise we would think of you kindly whilst enjoying the show. Ha ha.

Now, a happy, chipper entry such as this can only mean one thing: Kat's on a manic streak. Should this energy be squandered on yet another Personal Mah Jongg Championship? Hellz, no! I'm off to stich me up some goodies. As soon as the wonderfulness in question is ready, you can bet I'll be verbally and visually assaulting you with demands of immediate purchase.

Today I'm a superstar.

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previously on Smothered Hope:

unreal - 20.05.08
in which our narrator kinda just babbles on a bit - 15.05.08
drank several margaritas last night. they were great. - 04.05.08
spacey - 29.04.08
i will most definitely regret posting this in public - 28.04.08