Let me first say to my nineteen-year-old self, who (if I understand appropriately the whole time-space relativity thing in addition to how the interwebs work) will be soon reading/has already read this post, that I apologize. I know you used to stay up all night for the shit of it and read random books in the undergrad in some slightly precocious way of approaching college educatedness; I remember well that you used to work a job until 11:45 or midnight and only afterwards would go home to eat dinner and do your homework and watch either infomercials or random programming on public television while you deciphered meaning from elementary-school-level russian dialogues for at least the next three hours; and, yes, I too was there! when you halfway slept on a crappy wooden framed dorm lounge loveseat for approximately 82% of your sophomore year so you wouldn’t have to listen to your cranky roommate complain about the light being on in the room after ten or eleven at night. So, I totally concede that it’s sort of odd to be coming forth with this business, and even I didn’t anticipate it, but it’s also really true so just brace yourself, okay?

I totally dig getting up way early in the morning.

Now, I’ve only done this for the last two days, so my opinions might change, but getting out of bed before six in the morning, today and yesterday, has totally allowed me to have an amazingly different kind of day. I got out of bed, and had a cup of tea or coffee and then boom! into the sewing room. I pinned things; I sewed seams and even pressed them; I adjusted the waistband for fit for crying out loud. I mean, productivity! it was amazing! And I actually got stuff done, and then was at work (work!) right on time! and I didn’t even forego showers or teeth-brushing! It was like, pow! All of a sudden, I had this swath of color in my morning that hadn’t been there before. Now, granted, I found myself alarmingly SLEEPY at like 8:30 last night, but I held out a bit (thank you, birthday cake!) and wasn’t even in bed all that too much later than normal, like 10:15 or so. And after yesterday morning and last night and this morning, I’m totally almost done with the knockoff skirt. Which I’m naming the Tristis skirt, after the latin name for an American Goldfinch, because it’s all yellow and white and silvery grey and black, and also because I dig on the goldfinches what come to sup at our feeder.

I’m planning on working on it some tonight, and then tomorrow morning, and I am really quite confident that I’ll be able to wear it to work by Monday. No wait, this Monday! More photos to follow, accompanied by excellent choice/s in footwear (even though I’m not sure what top I’ll wear with it).