Stoic? Yup, that’s me.
Main Entry: 2stoic
Variant(s): or sto·i·cal /-i-k&l/
2 : not affected by or showing passion or feeling; especially : firmly restraining response to pain or distress <a stoic indifference to cold>
I have complained too much already about my pitting edema, and you have given me some lovely responses and encouragement. Thank you!
So, as I posted earlier, I enjoyed wearing a skirt today. This was a skirt I made last fall in a black and white silky print from Joanns. Here’s the review of a previous version of the same skirt. When I made the first skirt, as soon as I wore it for a day, and sat down, the seams split apart. The fabric simply frayed out from the seam. So, since I thought it was a cute pattern and I liked how I looked in it, I made it again with different fabric.
This time, I interfaced the skirt upper half with a knit interfacing (so it would be soft, not stiff, just strengthened and reinforced.) I serge-stitched the seams, including the interfacing, and figured it would be just fine. It was – sort of. Until today. There’s just not enough ease in this pattern around the hips for me. I wanted it fitted around the hips, but when I sit… well, you can imagine.
This afternoon on the bus ride home is when it was brought to my attention. The skirt split – not in the front where I saw it starting to split and where I could cover it up with my top, but on the side of my hip. And I wasn’t wearing a slip, just my Spanx. I had moved my bag off the bus seat and onto my lap, and then a nice lady moved her seat and sat next to me. I thought she just wanted to sit there until she whispered in my ear that my skirt was torn. OMIGOD. How embarassing. A nice three inch split right on the hip. And my first thought was, how long had that been that way? I’d been in a meeting all day, and had been standing at the bus stop. Gawd, my mind raced with the awful scenarios.
That, on top of the pain of my pitting edema in my legs and feet, almost pushed me over the edge to tears.
So, I just pretended to sleep on the bus instead.
Thank goodness, tomorrow I can start over.