I always mean to post more often but then life gets in the way. Currently I am like a junkie, only my drugs are prescribed. I can always tell when I get near infusion time. Plus, you know, I like to live as if I don't have MS but it likes to remind me daily that sometimes it wants to wear the pants and so I get the wonky vision. and zapping. and numbness. and tremors. and balance issues. and whateverelseitwantstothrowatmethatday.
I have been creative everyday, just some days it's really small stuff. And none of this is strenuous which is both good and sad. And heaven forbid I make plans! It's like the disease is all, "um, what?" and then I'm all "don't you even start. I AM IN CHARGE HERE." then it gets all uppity and is like "pff, girl you don't even want to go there!" And then stuff happens like spastic muscle crap when I sleep and I wake up completely rigid. But still I am defiant and tell the MS "hey, guess what? Nice try. I'm not taking my meds for this! So neener neener!" then we have another round of "oh really?" and, well, I end up taking the meds for relief but that keep me from whatever was planned. Except we both agree that infusion day is great. MS is super cranky and appreciates the relief it gets from the infusion.
Anyway, I have learned that it's impossible to keep plans from...myself.
Oh right. The underskirt.
Alright, I wanted it poofier so I made ruffles using tulle and wow. That. Worked. Well. Poofy!
Very successful. Go me. Oh wait, I decided I wanted it longer so I removed the top skirt, attached it to the bottom, and started going crazy with the ruffles again. So yeah, it still isn't finished. Go figure.