My husband and I are nearing the two-week mark of a month in the UK, and man oh man. I knew that this is what I wanted and sensed that it was what I needed. I couldn't have anticipated, however, just how transformative it would be. As in, utterly, wholly world-shifting. This trip, the latest … Continue reading Back Where I Belong: Part One of Several
As per usual, I have several almost-finished posts in my drafts folder that I haven't found the time to complete. As is also my norm, I have no good excuse other than the simple truth: that I was busy taking in the waning days of a summer that flew by and am now scrambling to … Continue reading On Being H(e)uman(n)
I’m starting to realize that De Morbo Sacro has become the diaristic cousin of my savings account at BMO. Whereas I pay four dollars a month to keep the latter open simply because I’ve had it since I was five and can’t bear to close it, I doggedly continue updating the former because it’s a … Continue reading On Banking and Blogging
I keep apologizing for the fact that this blog, the one I pretend is about sewing and epilepsy, has been so heavy on the accessibility/mobility/weather rants as of late. I also keep promising that I'll cease and desist with said rants. Well, I'll stop doing both those things (the apologizing and the promising) and accept … Continue reading Four Small Wheels, Two Small-ish Motors, One Major Headache
Enough with the weather. Enough droning on about my mobility challenges. I'm ready to set both aside and inaugurate a new series of posts, this one shifting attention back where I want it to be and away from a winter that’s keeping me inside yet again (I’ll stop myself there). But I digress. Last summer, … Continue reading Elastic Waist, but Make It Fashion
I'm composing this while perched atop my power wheelchair in my favourite corner of my local branch of the public library. This would be entirely unremarkable were it not for the fact this is only the second day in over two weeks that writing here has been an option. First it was the snow, then … Continue reading A Short and Somewhat Unsatisfying Semi-Finale
The intermission is over. My blogging streak is officially over, too, and I don't feel a smidge bad about it. The show is lasting longer than anticipated, and I couldn't maintain a once-a-day pace forever. In Act Two of this saga, I'll lower my self-expectations, just as I had to lower my expectations of the … Continue reading Act Two, Part One
My power wheelchair's first set of batteries started showing signs of failure mere months after they were given their inaugural run. Concerned, I contacted the service representative I'd been dealing with at the store through which I purchased the (remarkably expensive) chair. It took some back and forth, but she was helpful and kind and … Continue reading Batteries Fail, Life Goes On
If one measures accomplishments in tangible output, as our capitalist society is wont to do, my summer and early fall weren’t incredibly fruitful. As a productivity-worshipping perfectionist whose self-worth has traditionally been based on such standards, I feel obliged to remind you that my lack of much to show for these months was by design: … Continue reading Just Like Christmas
Please note that this is part one of what I swear will be a two-post series. I'm serious this time. Bear with me. In the list of sewing-related activities I dislike, a very close second to cutting is ironing. For the purposes of this post, which isn't a how-to but rather an opportunity for me … Continue reading Wrinkles
