Post by mominatrix on Nov 24, 2014 13:42:08 GMT -5
I feel old because I bought an outfit I love this weekend... at Dress Barn.
I feel old because I had a very long, very detailed conversation with my H about how "they just don't make things like they used to."
I feel old because unless a radio station has "oldie" "classic" "retro" or "vintage" in its advertising, I know that I won't want to listen to one song it plays.
I feel old because dealing with my shoulder length hair seems like more of a PITA than its worth.
I feel old because I tried on a pair of leggings with a longish sweater... and was reminded that this was what I wore pretty much every day in college. I was also reminded that 45+ year old overweight women should probably never ever wear leggings. Even in dressing rooms.
I feel old because, apparently, knitting isn't old-lady enough, so I'm teaching myself how to crochet.
I feel old because I drink herbal tea pretty much every afternoon.
...and there's more. This is what happens when you're the board oldster.
I feel like I need to call up my mama's friend from back home. She's black and lived with us for a while, and we have the same first name. She got a call once from a friend and I answered the phone. Friend goes, "can I speak to [my legal first name]." and I say, "speaking." And she just kinda paused for a second...and while the silence stretched on I said, "OH! you mean [her full name]. Hang on." Went and got her. She picks up the phone and her friend says, "damn girl, I knew you could sound white, but I didn't think you could sound THAT white."
ETA: kicker on that damn dressing is that I totally winged it and I'm not sure I could replicate it.
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I've discovered why people want the fridges with the freezer drawer on the bottom. It's so when you have a back problem you don't have to call your husband to dig through the bottom shelf of the fridge to find a beer or some mayo.
I saw commercials for the AMAs and didn't know who any of those people were. I mean I had *heard* of like 2-3 of the performers, but I have no idea what they actually perform.
I was listening to a radio commercial for an upcoming radio concert and one of the performers was something like Charlie Sex. I was like, what, what. That's not right...
Whatever junk mail lists I have ended up on clearly think I'm old. It may have started with my subscription to Smithsonian magazine. I really love it for the articles. But the ads, my god the ads. Phones with simple large print numbers... Bathtubs with a little door on the side so you can step in and not step over... Coin collections... Home deliverers oxygen tanks. And there's the catalogues of cougar-wear clothing. And weekly catalogues for river cruise tours in Europe.
... And I hate how much I really want to go on a river cruise through Europe. Until I realize it would be me and a bunch of oldz.
I want one of these, but I'm not that old, right, right?
</div>These are ugly as sin, but they look like they would be so useful. So, so useful.
My sister's doctor told her to go to tanning beds for her SAD. I told her she needs a SAD light and a new doctor. I can't believe that doctors are still recommending that people go tanning (hello, melanoma!!).
Ugh, no tanning! I just got a Happy Light front Costco last weekend. It was $40 (after some checkout rebate).
Fairy tales do not tell children the dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children the dragons can be killed. - G. K. Chesterton
Whatever junk mail lists I have ended up on clearly think I'm old. It may have started with my subscription to Smithsonian magazine. I really love it for the articles. But the ads, my god the ads. Phones with simple large print numbers... Bathtubs with a little door on the side so you can step in and not step over... Coin collections... Home deliverers oxygen tanks. And there's the catalogues of cougar-wear clothing. And weekly catalogues for river cruise tours in Europe.
... And I hate how much I really want to go on a river cruise through Europe. Until I realize it would be me and a bunch of oldz.
It's like we're the same person. I'm already planning the river cruise I want to take when I'm 65.
We watch a show with a local chef... and it's occasionally run on a channel that is specifically marketed to retirees.
board river cruise GTG?
Because I've had my eye on one of those things since I was in HIGH SCHOOL. (thank you nat geo)
Post by eponinepontmercy on Nov 24, 2014 15:38:23 GMT -5
My llama sweater is going to arrive at my house on Friday, but we won't be home from my parents' until Sunday.
Old = sending your child to her grandparents for the day so yo can get some alone time to clean the bedroom. Last weekend we did that so we could clean the dining room. We're using all our free babysitting for boring stuff.
Whatever junk mail lists I have ended up on clearly think I'm old. It may have started with my subscription to Smithsonian magazine. I really love it for the articles. But the ads, my god the ads. Phones with simple large print numbers... Bathtubs with a little door on the side so you can step in and not step over... Coin collections... Home deliverers oxygen tanks. And there's the catalogues of cougar-wear clothing. And weekly catalogues for river cruise tours in Europe.
... And I hate how much I really want to go on a river cruise through Europe. Until I realize it would be me and a bunch of oldz.
It's like we're the same person. I'm already planning the river cruise I want to take when I'm 65.
We watch a show with a local chef... and it's occasionally run on a channel that is specifically marketed to retirees.
Our next door neighbours totally dropped off all of their European river cruise brochures and we're seriously considering doing one in the not too distant future. I'm nowhere near 65. Sigh. I'm old.
Post by secretlyevil on Nov 24, 2014 17:17:56 GMT -5
I just randomly saw my crockpot was on sale for $30 on amazon. I just saved $20. Woooohooo. I had it on my wish list bit dude I couldn't pass up that price.
Post by orangeblossom on Nov 24, 2014 17:40:11 GMT -5
I'm old, because I am always falling asleep before the end of dateline, 60 minutes, 20/20 is over. Literally minutes before. It doesn't whether it's the 8, 9, or 10 slot.
Post by mominatrix on Nov 24, 2014 20:13:32 GMT -5
I'm old because I'm super psyched to have picked up a sewing machine from a free pile on the sidewalk... a TOTALLY awesome early 60's Singer machine...
This model and color:
in a plastic case. It's built like a tank and purrs like a kitten. According to the interwebs, it has a top speed of 1000 SPM, which is effing cool, and will sew leather, 6 layers of canvas, etc etc etc and just say thank you. It holds twin needles (two standard needles, not a special twin); drop-in bobbin; seam guides (two of them) etc etc etc
Not only was the machine there (in all its perfectly-maintained glory), but there were these feet...
two of these (of different vintages, slightly different from each other) which automatically install bias tape to edges:
two of these (again, of different vintages and slightly different from each other) that make effing RUFFLES automagically:
...and on and on.
The thing uses cams to change stitches, which is more of a PITA than just turning a dial, but I'm thinking that this machine may replace my newer, but nowhere near as sturdy or accessory-laden, machine.
Post by orangeblossom on Nov 24, 2014 20:37:17 GMT -5
As I was writing a response to the news and kids post, I realized I was old, because I remember when you used to get a morning and afternoon paper, and how sad I was when they stopped the afternoon paper..
We just had our first real dinner cooked in the new kitchen. I pretty much just have a counter and a sink right now but I have a sink!
Our inaugural meal just happened to come from @mrswindycity's site
Hope you liked whatever it was.
I thought of you today. I was thinking of some recipe or another and how I could do something or other with it (you like that precision?) and I thought "oh! MWC would be able to help me with that!"
......and I'm old because I don't have a fucking clue what it was.
"Not gonna lie; I kind of keep expecting you to post one day that you threw down on someone who clearly had no idea that today was NOT THEIR DAY." ~dontcallmeshirley
I'm old because I'm super psyched to have picked up a sewing machine from a free pile on the sidewalk... a TOTALLY awesome early 60's Singer machine...
This model and color:
in a plastic case. It's built like a tank and purrs like a kitten. According to the interwebs, it has a top speed of 1000 SPM, which is effing cool, and will sew leather, 6 layers of canvas, etc etc etc and just say thank you. It holds twin needles (two standard needles, not a special twin); drop-in bobbin; seam guides (two of them) etc etc etc
Not only was the machine there (in all its perfectly-maintained glory), but there were these feet...
two of these (of different vintages, slightly different from each other) which automatically install bias tape to edges:
two of these (again, of different vintages and slightly different from each other) that make effing RUFFLES automagically:
...and on and on.
The thing uses cams to change stitches, which is more of a PITA than just turning a dial, but I'm thinking that this machine may replace my newer, but nowhere near as sturdy or accessory-laden, machine.
@helenabonhamcarter... how cool are those feet?
Fuck that bias binding foot. It's a finicky bitch who needs to be touched just right before she'll come through for you.
That ruffler foot is the best of all the things though.
I am old. I had an old foot injury repaired last month. An overuse injury combined with iffy bone structure - bone spurs in my big toe joint. My first day back at work, after the general manager asked what happened to me, he said "better make up a good story, that makes you sound old."
So, which makes me sound younger yet still professional: "I jumped off the balcony, all the other kids were doing it", or "I don't remember, I just woke up in the emergency room and my foot hurt like hell".
I'm old because I'm super psyched to have picked up a sewing machine from a free pile on the sidewalk... a TOTALLY awesome early 60's Singer machine...
This model and color:
in a plastic case. It's built like a tank and purrs like a kitten. According to the interwebs, it has a top speed of 1000 SPM, which is effing cool, and will sew leather, 6 layers of canvas, etc etc etc and just say thank you. It holds twin needles (two standard needles, not a special twin); drop-in bobbin; seam guides (two of them) etc etc etc
Not only was the machine there (in all its perfectly-maintained glory), but there were these feet...
two of these (of different vintages, slightly different from each other) which automatically install bias tape to edges:
two of these (again, of different vintages and slightly different from each other) that make effing RUFFLES automagically:
...and on and on.
The thing uses cams to change stitches, which is more of a PITA than just turning a dial, but I'm thinking that this machine may replace my newer, but nowhere near as sturdy or accessory-laden, machine.
@helenabonhamcarter... how cool are those feet?
Fuck that bias binding foot. It's a finicky bitch who needs to be touched just right before she'll come through for you.
That ruffler foot is the best of all the things though.
Are those pics of the actual feet though?
There's a picture of the actuals. Two different ruffle feet on the right, two different bias feet on the left. Other feet. Two hem guides in the middle. Silk foot. Zipper foot. Button (not buttonhole, actual button) foot.
Awesome! I was just asking because the pictures you showed I think are of attachments for different kinds of machines so I was worried one of them didn't belong.
Awesome! I was just asking because the pictures you showed I think are of attachments for different kinds of machines so I was worried one of them didn't belong.
But you're good.
I'm just kind of overwhelmed with it. It seems like the owner of this machine was a serious, serious garment sewer. I brought it home, checked it out (there was a bobbin with purple thread in the machine), and ran it through some chambray and it was just heavenly. It's so clear that somebody loved this machine. It was well cared for... I was thinking that it'd be worth it even if it needs a servicing, but it really really doesn't.
I feel like I lucked into something very, very good... and at the perfect time. MIL, who's a retired home-ec teacher and fairly expert sewer, who probably spent years sewing on a machine of this vintage, is going to be here for Christmas, so I'm sure I can get her to help me out with the wacky feet!
I'll need to pick up some bobbins (apparently, readily available everywhere, thank God for standardization from Singer for the last century) as well as some needles, and I'm off to the races.... I'm planning on doing a bunch of sewing of doll stuff for DD's AG for Christmas, so it'll be fun to put it through its paces without the stress of having to make things people will actually be wearing.
Awesome! I was just asking because the pictures you showed I think are of attachments for different kinds of machines so I was worried one of them didn't belong.
But you're good.
I'm just kind of overwhelmed with it. It seems like the owner of this machine was a serious, serious garment sewer. I brought it home, checked it out (there was a bobbin with purple thread in the machine), and ran it through some chambray and it was just heavenly. It's so clear that somebody loved this machine. It was well cared for... I was thinking that it'd be worth it even if it needs a servicing, but it really really doesn't.
I feel like I lucked into something very, very good... and at the perfect time. MIL, who's a retired home-ec teacher and fairly expert sewer, who probably spent years sewing on a machine of this vintage, is going to be here for Christmas, so I'm sure I can get her to help me out with the wacky feet!
I'll need to pick up some bobbins (apparently, readily available everywhere, thank God for standardization from Singer for the last century) as well as some needles, and I'm off to the races.... I'm planning on doing a bunch of sewing of doll stuff for DD's AG for Christmas, so it'll be fun to put it through its paces without the stress of having to make things people will actually be wearing.
I bet whoever owned it before would be thrilled to know someone found it who will appreciate it as much as he or she did.