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Dec. 20th, 2005 11:07 amEbay listings are a never-ending source of amusement. I know that when they say "It can be washed with water" they mean that it isn't dry-clean only, but the wording just seems odd, like what else would I wash it with? Orange juice?. And then, "This fabric is not easily to draw out the fluff . How can I resist? I must have not easily to draw out the fluff fabric!
On the sari front, things are looking grim. Unless it arrives today, which I doubt. But, no fear, the red silk I got is the perfect shade to be a lining for the red and gold sari I have. I was thinking that it's a shame to hide such a gorgeous hue, but it'll feel so much more luxurious than polyester next to my skin, don't I deserve that for my speshul daaaaaaaaaay?
I can't believe I wrote that, let me go throw up. ;)
At the gym last night, G came and did the aerobics class with me, which was interesting to see: we'd be going up, down, up, down and he would be going down, up, down, up. We were using those long elastics to do leg extensions and when mine snapped, half of it went flying behind me, nearly hitting G in the face. He didn't stay for the Pilates class, unfortunately; it would have been even better! We used the big exercise balls, holding them between our legs while lying on our backs, to do crunches and circles with our legs and all sorts of movements that were made very hard by the fact that we had to hold the damn thing. I wonder how he would have managed...
Now and then these odd memories come back, like the one that was prompted by Japanese class, when we were using the present continuous (hon wo yonde imasu). When I was little, anytime I'd ask my father "Daddy, what are you doing?" when it was immediately obvious, such as reading a book, he would give me his patented one-eyebrow-raised-the-other-frowning look and say, "I'm eating cheese." I had to seriously choke back the laughter when I thought of that in class, and avoided saying "Chiizu wo tabete imasu" because I'm sure I would have lost it.
On the sari front, things are looking grim. Unless it arrives today, which I doubt. But, no fear, the red silk I got is the perfect shade to be a lining for the red and gold sari I have. I was thinking that it's a shame to hide such a gorgeous hue, but it'll feel so much more luxurious than polyester next to my skin, don't I deserve that for my speshul daaaaaaaaaay?
I can't believe I wrote that, let me go throw up. ;)
At the gym last night, G came and did the aerobics class with me, which was interesting to see: we'd be going up, down, up, down and he would be going down, up, down, up. We were using those long elastics to do leg extensions and when mine snapped, half of it went flying behind me, nearly hitting G in the face. He didn't stay for the Pilates class, unfortunately; it would have been even better! We used the big exercise balls, holding them between our legs while lying on our backs, to do crunches and circles with our legs and all sorts of movements that were made very hard by the fact that we had to hold the damn thing. I wonder how he would have managed...
Now and then these odd memories come back, like the one that was prompted by Japanese class, when we were using the present continuous (hon wo yonde imasu). When I was little, anytime I'd ask my father "Daddy, what are you doing?" when it was immediately obvious, such as reading a book, he would give me his patented one-eyebrow-raised-the-other-frowning look and say, "I'm eating cheese." I had to seriously choke back the laughter when I thought of that in class, and avoided saying "Chiizu wo tabete imasu" because I'm sure I would have lost it.
