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[jadegirl]

It's amazing how much dust builds up when I'm away for a few days. Mrmph.

Anyway, as I mentioned, faire was lovely. The shop selling spinning fiber was there again, and had a much larger selection of rovings - I got a deep brown with autumn-colored flecks, and a soft sage green, both 75% alpaca. Both will be shawls, a lace pattern for the green, and a simple solid patterns for the darker one, to make a nice working shawl. I also got an ounce of soy silk, which I know I like, but I have to spin it with powder on my hands, as it sticks like crazy.

The PA Faire is great for music, but I do wish there were more places to sit near the stages. However, we're kind of thinking about going back later in the season, so perhaps I'll get more music-listening in then. (crosses fingers) Hey Matt, if we do go again, would you be interested in meeting up?

I really, really lucked out when we went to breakfast on Sunday. There was a yard sale going on in the parking lot, and I found a Singer sewing machine, with all attendant parts and manual, for 25$! (squee, unrepentant bouncing) It's still in the trunk right now, but soon we'll drag it up and I'll start practicing on it. Now to learn how to read and cut to pattern. Can you say 'clothes that actually fit me', and 'new faire gear for Sir'? Well, now you can. I'm *very* happy.

Recently I found out something a little odd. I can't stand (like in line, or at a concert, etc) for more than a few minutes, like five or so. I start to feel ill, my head starts aching, and if I push it, I get very shaky. So I fidget, walk in place, or squat, all of which help. I had always thought it was just me being lazy, out of shape (?), etc. It's not. I was having a conversation with my sister a few weeks ago about some medical tests she had, and she mentioned her doctor telling her to stand with her back against a wall for as long as she could, up to 15 minutes a day (she can make it to 7). I asked why, and she explained her blood pressure is so low that she *can't stand for any length of time without feeling sick*. Instant lightbulb. We both have very low BP, are both very tall, and had just never thought to mention the similarity to each other. She felt the same way about it that I did, lazy and out of shape. It's hard to explain how powerful realizing it wasn't/isn't something 'bad' about is. It's like the sun bursting out of the clouds, really. I know it sounds simple, but it's such an everyday thing, an insidious nagging at the back of my mind all the time, that finding out it's not my fault is amazing.

Comments

[silme.livejournal.com]

It's calling knowing. It's good to know what's going on with your body. It's a good feeling. :)

[ladyofthelog.livejournal.com]

The power of knowledge is so helpful. (For instance, I want to know why I get sick all the time!) ;)

I shall be off to spinning fiber in a bit; for now:

[littleblueworld.livejournal.com]

I have strange bodily things I know, like orange juice makes me feel spacey and tired or when I am at a restaurant where everyone is talking I hear only a hypnotic rumbling of voices and I need air immediately. I can't blow my nose to save my life. I am made fun of all these things. I'm odd Holly whose idiosyncrasies number in the hundreds. I would be comforted, at least, to have reason, proof that I am neither weak nor am I "imaginative." (at least not in the negative sense.

Yay on the sewing machine!