A Hairy Situation, Untangled

I have another sewing post in the works and will probably publish it by the end of the week. First, though, I’ll break the promise I made to myself to take an indefinite pause from imposing mobility updates on my readership. This one is ripe for the sharing, and I'd be doing us all a … Continue reading A Hairy Situation, Untangled →

On (Fabric) Hoarding

My husband and I made a big push this winter to get our apartment in good shape. We meant to do it last summer and fall but kept postponing the undertaking because we were either away or too busy. It wasn’t exactly tempting to miss out on more enticing activities in order to tackle what … Continue reading On (Fabric) Hoarding →

Three Years and a Month

I'm pretty awful at remembering important dates. My go-to excuse of a memory turned to the state of a rusted-out sieve thanks to brain surgery, brain injuries, ongoing seizures, and the cognitive side effects of the drug regime that keeps me somewhat functional, if a scatterbrain, is a convenient one to pull out of my … Continue reading Three Years and a Month →

Four Small Wheels, Two Small-ish Motors, One Major Headache

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 →

Spreading Awareness versus Causing Harm

What follows is another interlude that has nothing to do with sewing, nor does it touch much on epilepsy. Bear with me if you feel equipped to read about issues pertaining to eating disorders and are game for a meandering reflection with no satisfying conclusion; stop reading if any part of you hesitates or if … Continue reading Spreading Awareness versus Causing Harm →

Act Two, Part One

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 →

Snow Diaries, Day Five: A Twist, and Not the Good Kind

Just when I thought I was running out of ways to phrase similar versions of the same thing—“lots of snow, little mobility, eternal frustration”—the universe cursed me with actual developments to report. Developments I wish hadn't transpired, but at least it's fresh content (can I call this a silver lining?). This entry will nonetheless be … Continue reading Snow Diaries, Day Five: A Twist, and Not the Good Kind →

Snow Diaries: Day Four (Parole?)

At approximately 9:00 PM last evening, I swapped my slippers for an actual pair of shoes for the first time in days, put on my winter coat, and went outside for a blast of fresh air. I of course had an ulterior motive: to check the sidewalk situation. Nothing had changed on that front, so … Continue reading Snow Diaries: Day Four (Parole?) →

Snow Diaries: Day Three

It’s my third day of snow-forced seclusion, and my morale is wavering but still by and large intact. (I'm not including Sunday, the day of the storm, in my count because I snuck in a three-minute mental-health ride in the early morning, before the snow picked up. This was probably ill-advised—there was a bitter wind … Continue reading Snow Diaries: Day Three →

Snow Diaries: Day Two

It's the second afternoon of my post-storm snow-in, and I remain in good spirits. Indeed, my most pressing issue isn't boredom, depression, or ennui but rather having a packed schedule and an overly ambitious to-do list that's way too long to be realistic. I'm already significantly behind my entirely arbitrary schedule for the day, but … Continue reading Snow Diaries: Day Two →