Mood:
smellyNow Playing: traffic sounds and afternoon noises
Forgot I had a sort-of follow up at the hospital this morning. They wanted to see if a mark on my liver had enlarged, vanished, remained, etc. So I hopped up on the ultrasound table promptly at my 9am appointment time - and lay there for two hours, feeling like I was getting slowly and gently beaten up by roll-on deodorants. They never did find the thing (maybe it was removed when the cyst was), to which the Dr. who requested the test shrugged and said 'That's fine.'. By the time I got home, I was growly with hunger and slammed down two sodas without even realizing it. Now, if I could just convince myself the whole thing was an extremely expensive massage - on just one side of my body that's still covered with the sticky oil the sensor needs - maybe I won't be so whiny.
So I didn't get to sew. I did, however, take a bra apart. So far, it's yielded some bright pink knit 'grafitti' fabric, two vinyl belts, two strips of black elastic, eight hot pink hooks and eyes, and four more silver doll belt buckles. It's from the yard sale I got to go to Saturday, and it was my fave 'stuff a bag for a buck' kinda sale. Dearest Son got six new shirts and four brand new (still tagged !) pairs of shorts, Beloved Hubby got a luscious sweater that looks soooo sexy on him, and I got two purses, a bra, and five new fabrics to work with. I do love those yard sales. One of the purses has Barbie on it, the closest I've seen to one all year.
I hardly ever find dolls anymore. Of any kind. There's hardly any at the thrift stores, either. I'm starting to wonder if little girls play with dolls around here. I've seen maybe three dolls at yard sales and the same dozen in sad shape at the flea market three times this year.
But hope springs eternal. Usually around 8am on Saturdays ! :)
