About a month ago, before I knew I was going to this party tonight, I was out thrift store shopping.

I found a black velvet dress, vintage style, homesewn, with little square black buttons each with a little rhinestone in one corner.  3/4 sleeves, fitted bodice, flared tea length skirt.  The neckline is very modest and one day I will remodel it but I haven’t had time.  I see a fold back collar with little cuffs on the sleeves in a white and silver brocaded satin.  $10.

It is just darling and perfect for this crowd.  With my platform maryjanes and my rock crystal choker, I think this is going to be cute.

Finally, all dressed up with somewhere to go.  And no. The suspected chicken man hates new years, he won’t be there.  Called it The Night of Great Expectations That Don’t Happen.  It’s also what we sober folks call “amateur night” where people who don’t know how to drink get just stupid and cause all kinds of mayhem.  I totally agree.  Usually I spend New Year’s Eve with my sponsor and that crowd, blowing shit up and this year they’re having a bigger party than usual. I was invited. BUT

I had already purchased tickets to Party Like It’s 1979.  Which holds me to my vow of trying to get out and do other things. Perhaps the other suspected chicken men will be there. *laugh*

An aside to those who think I’m a bit man obsessed.  Perhaps I am.  But I was celibate and single for 8 years and I’m ready for a partnership. I am actively looking.  It’s not always like this. I’m 50.  Life is short. Get over it.  😉

One of the reasons for this party is that a friend of mine, an old flame/friend, is here for the holidays and this is a reunion with his bands and some others from that time.  How can I not go hang with these folks when this photo is part of my memories.   He is not a suspect chicken man, just a good friend. But boy, back then?  Oi.

She’s Baaaack!!  Which makes me so happy.  This past year I didn’t do hardly anything project wise.  I complained a lot.  I cried a lot.  I grew a lot.  And I’m glad for it in the aftermath, but dang I did very little that made me HAPPY this past year.   Bring on the HAPPY!! Nothing says happy to me like textiles (and other assorted crafts).

I’ve been working on completing many projects. Some are Yule/Christmas/Birthday presents (my Dad’s bday is the 24th poor guy). Have two non-holiday projects that are winding down as well.  One is a tarot pouch for my hairstylist and the other is a skirt for the jeweler friend who is fixing my ring.

The finished box is for my sponsor.  I love how the varnish kind of distressed the colored pencil.  Makes it look a  bit vintage.

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I got a notice that a friend had tagged me in a photo.  Turned out it was a photo I had commented on because on the wall is a big blue pentagram. Turns out it is my head that is right in front of the pentagram.  That’s what the photographer said and after the closest inspection I could get, it does appear to be the right shape of the head, the right length of the hair, and that glint of the rhinestones in my glasses. Looking at the photo two posts below I see that I was indeed sitting in front of that blue pent. In this photo you can tell I was kneeling on the stool. *laugh* Anything to get high enough to see the stage.

Love. That. Framed by a blue star if not on my brow, certainly my new halo.

This photo was taken about a week ago of the top of my mother’s car.  The frost is in very interesting swirly patterns and the crystals are at least 1/4″ long sticking straight up off the metal.  Looks like ice grass.  Never seen anything like it myself.  Too bad it was my camera phone, I’d love it if it was more crisp.

Only got a minute, details to follow in two separate posts.

I had such a wonderful time Saturday night.  So many friends.  I positively felt loved loved loved. Boy did I need that.  Oh yes oh yes oh yes.   I got invites too.

Reading books on how to be a good friend to see what I can do to improve in this area and to double check on what I may or may not have done in good way. Highly recommend The Friendship Factor.  Will I continue to take my own inventory? Why yes, yes I will.  And that will include what I did right.

I’m feeling pretty good about myself at the moment.

Me.  In the middle.  My clothes are all disheveled because we were rocking out that night.  On the tops of stools no less it was so crowded.  😉