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If you’re here for my Beauty and the Beast costume studies:

To my surprise, tens of thousands of people are, and to make it easier, I’m going to post those here.

Emma’s (“Belle’s) yellow gown from Beauty and the Beast: A Costume Study
Beast’s Ball Ensemble:  Costume Study
Provincial Belle: A Costume Study
Gaston: A Costume Study
Pre-movie costuming thoughts about Beauty and the Beast
Post-Beauty and the Beast costuming thoughts

Bridgerton , body-shaming, and a missed opportunity, walk into a bar…

Note: This post tackled more topics than I initially intended, but they all are related.

Over the years, I’ve met many people who want to wear regency, but fear it’ll make them look “fat” or “fatter than [they are]”, quotes that are sad because they’re ashamed of their bodies.  But since someone who knows fabrics and design well enough, as I do thanks partly to experience as a much, much larger person, can alter the visual proportions of the body, regency can actually be a great tool to help someone start to like their bodies.  Unfortunately, Bridgerton…let’s swing back around to that.

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Life update

In early November, while writing on my Days of Thanks series, soothing happened that was absolutely devastating to me as well as a couple small children (not my own) thanks to someone I trusted gaslighting someone else I trusted, resulting in me losing that person and those children from my life. My daughter and the little girl were bonding in their own way as well.  Gaslighting is literally a form of abuse, and it’s a hard one to handle since the victim is made to believe they can only trust the abuser.  This abuser has already admittedly interfered with one other relationship this person has, resulting in a divorce, and she admits wanting this person all to her very own self, and I was his last friend aside from her.  He’s completely alienated now, and it’s just crushing.

That distracted me a good deal, as you may be able to imagine.  Tons of tears, tons of trying to get him to read full context about something, trying to get him to realize I couldn’t have said something (a lie about my birthdate) on a very specific day when I was 127 miles away, and to explain to me how I could have “created holiday conflicts” with a schedule when I didn’t create the holidays.  Yeah, blame me for Thanksgiving and Christmas.  I actually really was.

When provably false accusations are made against you by someone who admitted to you wanting everyone out of someone’s life, and you can’t get the victim to even look at context or explain those things, and it results in immediate severance from children you love, it’s hard.  It’s been very hard.  I lost all motivation to do anything.

Yesterday I started rearranging one of my sewing rooms, and hopefully a fresh arrangement in there will help me want to go in there more.  I have a lot to do still, just…I think you understand what I can’t figure out how to say.  It’s just been rough.  2020 sucks.

For anyone worried about me seeing someone outside of my household, we’re talking a very small group with me getting weekly COVID tests, sometimes twice weekly.  If I don’t ever get out of my house, I will literally go insane, and as it is, my antidepressants have been increased twice this year to help me handle what’s going on.  I think a lot of us are in a similar position with mental health these days.

Days of Thanks #5

Today’s post was going to be for a different topic.  But I will come back to that one later this month, if it still applies.

Today I am thankful for: An understanding partner.

This is one I can’t really get too into too much because our relationship structure is one that faces a tremendous amount of discrimination (all discrimination against us is 100% legal in all 50 states), and it’s also one that faces a lot of additional challenges if everyone involved can’t be equally on board and competition arises and attempts at monopolization.  Hurt can come about, and that’s what I’m dealing with from it.  A lot of hurt.  And the source of solace is the person who would, in a typical relationship, not be expected to be such.

In typically accepted relationships, a spouse wouldn’t be understanding, and if I were to try to explain it to someone who doesn’t instinctively understand this symbol, it probably wouldn’t make sense.  So I’m not sure it’s worth trying.  But for those of you who get it, then you understand what it means when an extremely insecure meta successfully monopolizes the time of the common person, especially when that person doesn’t see it happening and gets defensive when it’s pointed out.  There’s potential for a mountain of hurt, as I’m dealing with.

And it would be very easy for a partner who whom you’re married to be the opposite of understanding and trying to make you feel better.  But I’m lucky, and I’m thankful for who I have.

Days of Thanks #4

Today I am thankful for: Internet access

I’m sure the sounds odd.  It’s so universal, right?  But it’s not.  In the US alone, tens of millions of people still don’t have internet access.  If you have internet on your phone, you’re considered to have access.  I don’t consider this to be value because, well, just try to have a Zoom class on a phone.  I see that as having a cellular data plan.  When you count only the people who have internet on a computer, the number of people without goes up, and that sucks.  Internet is so vital these days.  Everything from school to applying for social assistance is done on the internet, and that’s ironic–those with the least who need the most help are less likely to have internet access to apply for help.

And now just internet access, but enough of it.  My daughter has classmates who come up against data caps early in the month, and it’s draining families to have to buy more.  Not everyone can.  And this isn’t falling under something schools need to provide for all families who can’t afford it since income limits haven’t been adjusted to reflect the changes society’s had this year.  Internet, and enough of it, is a privilege that is easy to take for granted when you’re so used to having it and not needing to buy more.  So it is indeed something to be thankful for.

Days of Thanks #3

Today I am thankful for this: New experiences.  And they wouldn’t have been possible without the removal of toxic people from my life.  This isn’t just a silver lining.  Though brief, thanks to Covid and the lockdowns starting, for a short time I got to spend weekends in Seattle going to XFL games (I had season tickets, and will again when the XFL restarts) and out to clubs.

In my hotel room in Seattle, rocking a black Hervé Leger Nathalia bandage dress and just about to head out too Grimm’s. It was quite a night!

I wouldn’t have had the opportunities to go out and do these things when my life had toxicity.  I’d have been given too much hell, and the people mentioned yesterday would have done who-knows-what about me going out dancing.  Alone.  I love dancing and moving around, but there would have been hell to pay.

At the last XFL Seattle home game

But instead I did have a time, no matter how brief, where I got to go out and just be me as me, not the mom-me, the wife-me, or the seamstress-me.  I got to find that, when I’m not trying to fit into a mold, I’m more social.  Maybe it’s not worrying about fitting some preconceived idea about how someone should be, no one telling me I need to tone down the glitter makeup since I “need to remember [I] have a kid” and such.  I can talk longer with random people in museums since I’m not ignoring whoever I’m with or at risk of boring them.  I can dance like no one’s watching while everyone’s watching.

These are things that I couldn’t have freely done before.  Even though they’re now in the past, for who knows how long or if we’ll ever really get them back, I at least got to have those experiences, and I’m thankful for that.

Days of Thanks #2

In keeping with the theme of yesterday, today I am thankful for this: Learning who my real friends aren’t through losing my two best friends.  Or, being free of friends who weren’t real friends.

I am certain at least a few of you…okay, all of you, are wondering what on earth I could mean, how I could be thankful for that, and what it has to do with yesterday’s post.  Buckle up for some stuff that might be summed up as drama.

Some of you might remember that I was pickpocketed in Paris in January, when I was there with my daughter who had just turned 10, and my cash, debit cards, and ID were in my phone case.  I should have been able to vent a bit to my two best friends, right?  I merely mentioned to my best friends that I was pickpocketed, and they decided to tear into me for not being grateful to be in Paris.  I didn’t say anything about that.  I was worried about making sure my daughter had what she needed until USAA was able to get a new card to me and I could get to a money wiring place to get cash.  I literally had none.  They both blocked me on Facebook, phone, etc., and my first feeling was…


That hit me hard, realizing that I was relieved that my two best friends of eight years had blocked me, and then I figured out why I was relieved.  Over those years, I’d done everything I could for them, whether that meant derailing a long-planned family trip to go two states away when one was in a car crash or providing a home for the other when she needed it.  But I couldn’t vent to them about anything.  They would always be “too busy” or “out of spoons” for me despite leaning on me for everything.  The only emotions I was allowed to have around them was happiness with the temporary exception of when one of my cats died.  But I was even chided for being so upset when one of my dogs, who was literally there when my daughter was born (home birth) died.  Yeah, I wasn’t even allowed to feel anything but happy even then.  I didn’t see the imbalance until I felt an unexpected sense of lightness.  Worse, one of them managed to get me ostracized from my local social group by claiming I was an adulteress.  Someone contacted me about it, which is how I found out.  Even still, lightness.  Relief.

It might also be worth noting that these two “friends” spent three years trying to convince my husband I was cheating on him.  I found out after two years, forgave them, and didn’t know they continued until January of this year.  I do know the reasons they had, and they’re not flattering to them.  Their reasons, stemming from jealousy of the trajectory of my life when they were at a better place than I was when we met, are ultimately irrelevant.  They caused real damage to my family in that time.

In “losing” them, something I can now put quotes around, I gained freedom.  I could breathe.  When you can ever say that about someone no longer being in your life, they probably shouldn’t have been there to begin with.

And this will be relevant to tomorrow’s post.  Thankfulness for severance from toxic non-friends is indeed something to be thankful for on its own, but it led to something else that…I literally can’t even think go how to describe it.  I’ll try in tomorrow’s post.

Days of Thanks #1

This year, more than almost any other year, It’s difficult to find things to be thankful for.  I don’t think there’s a single person alive on this planet who isn’t struggling in some way, whether big or seemingly small.  But I also think there are still some things we can all find to be thankful for, even if it feels like scraping the bottom of the barrel.  I think it’ll help to do that, and would like anyone who reads this to join me.  Nothing is too small.

My own first day is simply this: The knowledge that it is okay to not feel happy all the time.  That “Choose joy” stuff is well intended, but makes it seem like we can simply choose not to have emotions.  The most positive person in the world will still hurt upon the loss of loved ones and beloved pets.  You can’t just choose your way out of it.  Yet there’s been this massive push toward telling people to just choose to be happy.  But that’s simply not something we can always choose.  When you understand that it’s okay to not always be happy, especially right now, you don’t feel guilty for not “choos[ing] joy.”

Give yourself permission to feel what you feel.  Silly as this will sound, this Barbie video…BARBIE…is one of the best I’ve seen on this.

So for today, I’m thankful to know that having a full range of emotions, the sad and the mad and the frustrated with the happy and relaxed and upbeat, is okay, and in fact, something to embrace.  You can’t know what happiness feels like without also knowing what sadness feels like.

Summer check-in

How are you doing, my lovelies?  If you need to vent, please feel free to, even if it’s venting things you think are insignificant.  Sometimes it can help to blow off steam by focusing on the smaller things that are aggravating so we can take breaks from worrying about the bigger things.  I hope everyone’s doing okay.  It might be hoping a bit too much to hope anyone’s doing well when so many of us feel like we’re just trying to make it from day to day, if not hour to hour or minute to minute.

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Dior Junon gown

Before I planned my my early 2019 trip to Paris (which was already going to include a jaunt to Paris), the V&A Museum in London had already sold out of its tickets for its special Dior exhibition.  But then I realized something…  See, despite the museum being free to enter with special tickets only for some things, I’m a paying member. As I see it, it helps keep the museum running.  (If you can swing it, please consider a membership for the V&A.  It’ll help with ongoing expenses that the museum has.  Even when closed, there is maintenance for textiles and various artworks.  Even if you have no intention of going to London, there are perks, like their print magazine, and they do ship it internationally for no extra cost.)  And at the V&A, members not only get into those exhibits for free, but also don’t need to get tickets.  So, despite the tickets being sold, my membership let me get in anyway. 😀 I was so excited when I realized this!  That meant I would get to see one of my favorite-ever designer gowns, Dior’s Junon gown!

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