All last week I was in a snit because I had to try to find a decent outfit to wear to my Oma’s country club in Sandspoint,L.I.
A and I were making the trip out on Sunday for Mother’s day.
Normally if I am going out and want to look nice I wear a nice shirty-blousy thing and some dark jeans.But I can’t wear jeans to the country club because my Oma has a fit at the sight of them. And since she already thinks everything I wear looks like underwear, I didn’t want to upset her this time around. Also, the club has a rule of no blue jeans in the club house. Needless to say you are all aware that times have changed and that jeans are no longer all blue or only fit for fieldhands,roughnecks,or hobos. But the times have not changed at this club and so I must obey or get Oma in a snit.
My Oma was born in 1919 and her parents were members of this club so you can guess it’s pretty damn old. With ideals to match.Women may not become members only their husbands can. And etc.
I hadn’t seen my Oma in awhile because she was down in Florida for half the year to avoid winter in NY. I wanted to see how she was doing but I was also stressed that she would criticize my appearence when she saw me. I’ve let my hair grow out to a long and messy glory that she would call a scribblepater and I am not that thin.I remain a healthy size 12 and she is a bird boned 6.She has always been a birdboned 6 whereas I have not always been a size 12…which brings me to the shopping nightmare I went through last week. Being a size 12 is ok, I can find a lot to wear in a 12 that doesn’t look too much like a muu muu. But being a puffy size 12 with body dismorphia brought on by premenstrual battshitness is different. I spent about 100 dollars on clothes and will return all of it tomorrow. Since I can’t pick out anything decent when I am totally insane, it all has to go back because it looks quite bad on me.In the end I wore a very nice satin tunic with a mandarin collar over black pants. Both of which I already owned.
Category: Personal Blog
Yay(I’m getting paid)
I’m actually going to get paid for my latest web design job! Ok, I have gotten paid for other jobs,don’t worry. It’s just that it wasn’t that much. If you go to the portfolio section of mccormicky.comyou’ll see a list and thumbnails of the sites I have totally handed off(with the exception of the simran/timeless/lineska site which seems to never want to get done)
I am designing a few sites for free,too.
My last and sort of current client posted an ad stating webdesign would be paid for with “store credit”. I needed portfolio bolstering but I really hated this idea…I would have to had to go into to the city to take advantage of the deal and the products were spoilable, i.e: food and drink,
not something that I could place much value on.The other thing was the bar environment put me off.I’m glad to say my days of sitting on a barstool are over.And I do not like Midtown where the lounge is located.
So I ventured the idea that they could pay me money instead.They were so happy with the site and the gallery I set up for photos of their parties & their regulars(with comments and photo hits and an admin section,thanks Phormer!) that they said yes right away.They doubled what I timidly asked for.I was quite shocked. I’d figured they were going to balk at the idea of paying me I never dreamed they’d actually be so pleased they’d cut me a check.
The gallery is what sold them,I’m sure.I talk almost daily with the bar manager (who keeps breaking the gallery by uploading pics that are too big 🙁 ), and he is a huge fan of myspace.So he got the comment idea right away.The cool thing about Phormer is not only can you comment a photo but the comments can be replied to by the administrator.So each pic can have it’s own threaded discussion! It’s a very cool thing, this Phormer gallery.
I am starting to think this whole freelancer thing might just work.
Why I am poor
Because as a freelancer, the check is always in the mail not the bank ,that’s why.
ARGH!
I’m so annoyed! First reason: I’m totally broke.
Second reason: my entire neighborhood is having one ginormous stoop sale and I love stoop sales but I can’t buy anything!
Third reason: I had enough money to buy some “Delft”( in quotes because one dollar Delft isn’t very likely) pottery marked for 1 dollar and 3 dollars. I got the vase which was a dollar and wanted these little elephant salt and pepper shakers those were 3 dollars. I paid for the vase 1st then gave madam a ten for the shakers.She asked if I had something smaller.So I scrounged in my wallet for it.While I was scrounging, this really pushy and annoying girl was waving a purse about that she wanted to buy.The thing was that purse was from madam’s neighbours’ table which madam was minding for her and this sudden rush of business caused her to be distracted with my purchase. Long story short:she didn’t actually hand me the shakers and I walked all the way home thinking I had them. I was also distracted and ditzey it seems. I blame the fact that I had my dog with me at the time. He is annoying during financial transactions because he always wants to jump on everybody which makes it hard to open my wallet and restrain him at the same time.
Fourth reason:I found an absolutely perfect and solid butcher block style table about 3 and a half feet tall with shelves.For 20 bucks! A pittance! If I had money,that is.
Except I do not. So I called the man who does,A. and asked to borrow 20 from him. I got a long lecture on why we didn’t even need this gorgeous thing in our lives instead. Oh well.
Glass of white wine to settle the nerves.