Ah, Spring!

I love Spring. I love everything about it except the weather vagaries, the mud, the threat of flooding from the snow melting, and all the cute clothes in the stores.

Let me explain:

There are usually a multitude of pretty, airy dresses in lovely colors and fabrics that I really want and (now) can afford. However, most of these pretty, airy dresses are sleeveless, low-cut, and too short. It doesn't help that I have to buy longer lengths in most skirts and dresses, or that I need to have some kind of lining in sheer sleeves. I went outlet shopping over the weekend and found some dresses I just loved, but I knew that most of them would be too short so I didn't even give them a third glance. A second glance I couldn't help, because they were so pretty, but I had to look away after that. I found one that was long enough and light purple and had a decently high neckline, but the sleeves were sheer and there was no good way to fix them. My sister said "Heidi, is there anything here that you like that you DON'T have to alter in some way?" The answer was, of course, no. Unfortunately. I don't want to have to spend good money on a dress and then have to spend another $40-50 on a cardigan and a camisole just to make it wearable.

The obvious answer to this dilemma is to make my own dresses. Well, let me tell you, I'd love to! But finding fabric I like is hard around here (stupid fabric stores full of ugly fleece!), and finding patterns I like (and don't have) is also hard. Finding both patterns and fabric at the same time? Highly improbable!

The less obvious answer to this dilemma is to print my own fabric, learn draping and pattern drafting, and not be quite as picky about what I put on my body. ha.

The most logical answer is to just move to LA or New York--anywhere with better fabric stores.

I want pretty things, and I do get inspired, but then I get discouraged because I hate the fabric selection, the pattern styles, or the prices. So what happens is that I buy patterns that sit there just waiting for the right fabric, or I buy fabric that goes into storage for 10 years to wait for the right pattern. Either way, it's getting ridiculous and something must be done!

*sigh*

Etymology, or How My Train Wreck of Thought Works

Why must I have the urge to disprove "common knowledge" stuff like where "hysteria" comes from? Ok, in this case, it's not so much to disprove it (because I know it's right) as to justify it. Amanda says it's because I'm a snob.

Yeah. I kind of am.

But really, it makes SENSE to call it "hysteria" when you think about what the Greeks were coming from. Look at it. Once a month, women get all weird. And then, after having babies, they get depressed. THEN, when they get older, they get all hormonal and weird again.

Not to mention libido changes and being classified as the more emotional sex, which, let's face it, they are. So of COURSE the ancient Greeks are going to say "hey, so these women are different from us. What could be the reason? Oh right. They have uteri."

DING! Fries are done, and you get "hysteria", which wasn't actually coined until something like 1801.

This is what my brain does when confronted with things like this. It's just the process of my brain. Which isn't always logical, but I don't want to offend anyone. "No, I really DO know more about history than you!" sounds a little immature...

PS: While I agree that much of Freud's research was intrinsically flawed, I will still defend the man. Go ahead. Guess how I arrived at that sentence from the previous rant. I dare you!