tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263344244356526863.post-21116262048290571122008-07-14T21:28:00.002-04:002008-07-14T21:44:05.578-04:00<a href="http://www.stretchy.org/catsuit/sleeve/raglanneck.png"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.stretchy.org/catsuit/sleeve/raglanneck.png" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div>1. A <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">loooong</span> while ago I ordered a shirt from Herbivore which I mistakenly thought was a woman's large. In American Apparel t-shirt sizes I am usually a large, and I wanted the shirt to be long-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ish</span>, so I figured I was fine. Turned out it was a men's large. So it is, uh, <em>roomy</em>. I stalled on returning it, so now I feel obligated to keep it. I've been wearing it as pajamas. But I was pulling it around in the mirror the other day and I think that the only parts of it that are excessively too big are the shoulders and if I could convert the regular sleeves to raglan sleeves then the shirt would be completely wearable. However, every time I try to find instructions on how to do this I end up with a diagram like you see to the left. And I don't know about you, but I find this diagram about as readable as <em>Finnegan's Wake</em>. So I have yet to alter my shirt. I am afraid to resort to my usual M.O. of diving into a sewing project without proper instructions and making a mess of it. I am an adept quilter, but my sewing knowledge does not extend much further. </div><div> </div><div>2. Another spacial thing I am not especially good at is the reading of maps while driving. I am great at following directions while driving from one place to another (this is something I do almost daily for my job) but reading a map takes more concentration than I am able to muster while in a moving vehicle. Plus I get instantly car sick when I try to read anything while in motion. I was getting quite nervous about this, picturing our impending road trip descending into a mess of "I don't know!"s and nausea. So today I bought a GPS. It was suggested by several people who felt inclined to give me "how to take a long road trip with your partner and still like each other at the end of it" advice. Which, while not solicited, was certainly appreciated. Now I just have to become a thumb-typing GPS expert so that I can be an effective navigator as well as just another pretty face in the passenger seat. </div><div> </div><div>3. My work computer is still (STILL!) broken. And all my plans of getting all my work perfectly organized before leaving for vacation are vanishing into the mist of technical problems. Boo. I will hate returning to a pile of overdue and disorganized paperwork. </div><div> </div><div>J. </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263344244356526863-2111626204829057112?l=alsoatalker.blogspot.com'/></div>J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12260580747334230342noreply@blogger.com6