First Fireflies

May. 27th, 2017 10:13 pm
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My partner Doug went outside and spotted the first fireflies of the season!  As it is well after dark, only a few are left flying high overhead.  Tomorrow we will have to look for them at dusk.  The weather is warm and damp, and we have copious grass, so there should be some.  :D

Lesson #3187 - Family Trips

May. 27th, 2017 10:30 am
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I'm very glad that we have somehow trained our five-year-old to be able to hold it for a six-hour-trip. Beneficial mix of genetics there, I guess.

No new dresses, I said...

May. 27th, 2017 05:02 pm
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I wasn't going to make anything new for the Jane Austen Festival. Ha! The bird print dress is already happening, then last night I decided I wanted another new dress of a lightweight cotton. So, I took to Pinterest and found and fell in love with this sleeve. Then I looked through my pins and apparently I pinned the full dress ages ago. (I actually repinned it so it would be near the top.) I then found this fabric on Etsy and ordered five yards. I didn't want a white petticoat though, and while looking for petticoat inspiration, came across this open robe with matching petticoat, so ordered five more yards of fabric. While I didn't need that much, it's sold in lots, and it was only $5 more for five yards than 2.5, so it felt silly to order less. Despite all the stash downsizing.


Link to the un scribbled on pin

Then I downloaded a picture and made notes on it. Just because. But, I really like the way the shoulder strap is done. It looks like the flappy part of the bodice was done in the usual way at the shoulder, and then a full piece of the front shape was cut and then the edge turned under which gives a texture-y detail. Then on the bottom, there's some definite weirdness. It looks like the flappy part has a drawstring at the bottom, and the skirt and outer part of the bodice are sewn separately starting at the back seam, and then there's a right angle that would have to be pinned or tacked to the flaps. From this angle, it doesn't really look like there's an opening, though that could very easily be the angle, which if you look at, the center is farther to the right than you'd expect. But if not, the way the front is done, you could actually lift the center part, pin the flaps, pin the outer part to the flaps, and tighten from the inside. I wouldn't do that unless you could exactly confirm that there was no center front opening though.

I might go with no flaps at all, given how they're funny with my figure. They need to go below my bust to work well. Fine with a dress, not so fine with an open robe. I've long been intrigued by this dress with ties instead of flaps. And while looking for that one, I found I had another one with ties. I think this dress might be the one to try that on. Those are drop front, of course, but the concept should be the same with a gathered front.

And may I take a moment to say how much I love Pinterest? I know there are people who say link to the museum or original, not Pinterest, but I'd so much rather link to Pinterest. If something is pinned correctly, the pin leads to the original, so yes, it's another click. But museums often change their links, and auctions, like most of the pins I linked here, go away. But the pin doesn't. You can refind it at a museum, even if it might be a few steps if the caption isn't good (you'll still know which museum it's from, at least!), or preserve it from an auction. I've also seen a lot of oh, Pinterest, that's not research, lately. I have to disagree. Is it the only form or research? Of course not! But if you're interested in something like construction (really, it's 95% of what I care about, I love it so much) there's nothing like it. I've learned more about construction from Pinterest than just about any other source, just by staring at the pictures there until my eyes crossed. The best thing was how many of those details were confirmed by the dress study days in Bath and Leicestershire last year. And while I guess it's technically the museums and auctions that are the source, Pinterest is what pulls them all together. A good comparison might be a library. Pinterest, or the library, itself, isn't research. But it's a very good place to do research!

I love construction so much. Writing this actually reminded me a bit. I think tomorrow I might have to dive into the bird floral dress...

Saturday Yardening

May. 27th, 2017 06:24 pm
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Today we went to Champaign for shopping.  The weather was mostly cool and pleasant.  Now it is warm, damp, and full of bugs.  >_<

Round 1, I planted two wave petunias, one in a pot and one in the barrel garden; plus a packet of chive seeds in the septic garden. 

EDIT 5/27/17: Round 2, my partner Doug raked grass and I helped haul it away.

EDIT 5/27/17: Round 3, I trimmed grass around about half of the wildflower garden.

Parenting Is A Vicious Merry-Go-Round

May. 27th, 2017 05:00 pm
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Museum | MI, USA

(My local museum has a refurbished antique carousel patrons can ride on, which is manned by volunteers. Before admitting any riders, the volunteer has a small speech they have to give — a short summary of the carousel’s history, followed by a warning that, because it’s an antique, there are several horses that no longer “jump,” and then moving on to the rules and whatnot. My friends and I are there and decide to take a ride, so we go to the carousel pavilion. The volunteer begins to speak, and it is obvious she is on the verge of losing her voice. My friends, and several other museum patrons, are trying to listen to her talking about the history of the carousel when a four-to-five-year-old boy runs over, grabs at the rope divider, and begins shaking it while loudly jabbering about the horse he is going to ride. I get his attention, put my finger to my lips, and point to the volunteer, who has started to explain the safety procedures as loud as she can, which, again, isn’t very loud at all. All of a sudden I feel a hand grab my arm. I turn and there is an irate woman glaring daggers at me.)

Mother: “Did you just tell my son to shut up? How dare you try to parent my child!”

Me: “I’m sorry; I just figured that letting this poor girl tell us the carousel rules, so that we can ride the carousel, was really important, and I didn’t want her to have to strain her voice doing it.”

(The operator thanked me afterwards; I gave her a couple of throat lozenges and told her to hang in there.)

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Choir | USA

(Our choir director has lost most of her accent, but English isn’t her first language and sometimes it shows. We have an “Earth Day”-themed concert coming up.)

Director: “I still haven’t decided on the name for next month’s concert yet. Something about the Earth. ‘Earth Music,’ maybe? Send me your ideas if you have any. Oh, how about ‘The Call of Nature?’ That could work…”

(Finally someone managed to stop giggling long enough to explain why we wouldn’t want that particular title — although it would probably get more people to look at our flyers!)

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Offering Some Charitable Advice

May. 27th, 2017 04:00 pm
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(While I don’t mind giving to charity, I don’t like how nowadays, callers will not identify themselves or use my first name. As a result, I tend to be very short with them.)

Caller: “Hello, [My Name]?”

Me: “Who is this?”

Caller: “I’m [Caller] with the [Charity].”

Me: “Okay, so next time, try starting with your name and organization; that’s basic phone etiquette. Also, use a title of address, such as ‘Ms.’ or ‘Miss’ and my last name. I don’t know you, so why should you greet me like a friend?” *hangs up*

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Three ‘Noes’ Could Be A Yes

May. 27th, 2017 03:30 pm
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(I work at a well-known company helping to diagnose and troubleshoot devices when things go wrong. While I often have to face challenging, upset, and sometimes downright disrespectful customers, this one today was a bit overenthusiastic. This occurs after I begin to help a customer who has come in with his friend. Both of them are drenched in cologne and are almost 10 years younger than me.)

Guy’s Friend: “Hey, do you know any nice restaurants in this neighborhood?”

Me: *honestly* “No.” *goes back to helping out customer with his issues*

Guy’s Friend: “Oh, because I wanted to take you out.”

Me: “No.”

Guy’s Friend: “Are you sure?”

Me: “I have a boyfriend.”

Guy’s Friend: “But not a husband, so I still have a shot.”

Me: “No.”

Guy’s Friend: “So when we fix this phone, the first number that’s going in is yours.”

Me: “…No.”

(At this point, I just stopped responding to him completely and just focused on my job. It’s amazing how many people don’t care enough to respect personal boundaries to accept a “no” stated so plainly and simply.)

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Old Age Is No Reason

May. 27th, 2017 03:00 pm
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Florist | Oslo, Norway

Customer: “I want to return this plant. It suddenly died for no reason. I want my money back.”

Manager: “I’m sorry about that. Do you have a receipt?”

Customer: “No, but I know I bought it here.”

Manager: “Okay, when did you buy it?”

Customer: “Eight years ago.”

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Mommed To Death

May. 27th, 2017 02:30 pm
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Outside | MN, USA

(Every year, my family spends a weekend at a cabin with my parents’ college roommates and their families. My mom’s roommate married my dad’s roommate, so everyone is close. Having grown up doing this and seeing them at other events as well, everyone is like aunts/uncles/cousins to me. I am the second youngest of the children, and one year, the only one of my generation to come to the cabin. While everyone is walking up a hill, I trip over a tree root and send my glasses flying. Everyone starts talking at once.)

Aunt #1: “[My Name]! are you okay?”

Uncle #2: “Here are your glasses? Or do you want me to clean them? They fell in the dirt.”

Mom: “I have bandages in my purse back at the cabin. Did you get a scrape?”

Aunt #2: “Do you need to go back in and get cleaned up? Do you need to sit down?”

Aunt #3: “Did you twist your ankle? I bet if you put your foot in the lake you’ll feel better; it’s very cold!”

Uncle #1: *roughly helps me to my feet and brushes dirt off of my pants legs*

Me: “This is what happens when you have eight parents and one kid! I’m being mommed to death!”

(After seeing I was okay, everyone burst out laughing.)

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Tall Order With A Fat Chance

May. 27th, 2017 02:00 pm
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Fast Food | Denmark

(I have worked at a fast food joint for over a year consecutively and I’ve been trying to get more hours unsuccessfully since the beginning. I do, however, have the responsibility for the store room because being 1.90 meters I can reach the top shelves. One day my boss informs me that ‘Arbejdstilsynet’ (the government’s office for working conditions) had come by while I was off.)

Boss: “So, yeah, they told us you are not allowed to stack the boxes above shoulder height.”

Me: “But I do stack them up shoulder height and no further.”

Boss: “Yeah, but the guy from ‘Arbejdstilsynet’ still complained.”

Me: “If you get in trouble over that again, just tell them I am 1.90.”

Boss: “I did; I told them ‘the storeroom manager is two meters tall.’ Shut them up.”

Me: “Hah, great… Wait, ‘storeroom manager’? Does this mean I am getting promoted?”

Boss: “Hah! Fat chance!”

Me: “Aww…”

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Theme Park|Theme Park | Orlando, FL, USA

(I am at a big theme park with my family. We go every once in a while and are waiting in line for a kiddie coaster to relive some nostalgia. The line’s backed up to the point that they’ve set up extra outside the constructed line and it gets a little wide and crowded so you have to be aware of where you are in the order. I notice I’m faced with a gaudy leopard print shirt that wasn’t there five minutes ago. I like to people watch and this woman was definitely not in front of us before.)

Brother: *softly* “I think that woman just cut in front of us when we weren’t paying attention.”

Me: “Yeah, I thought something was up but I didn’t wanna say anything.”

Brother: “Should we just… slip back in front of her at a wide turn to avoid an altercation?”

(I am nervous about it, but we do, since she has an obnoxious air about her. We are young teens, and we decide between the two of us that she was DEFINITELY not there before. Her son notices. Yikes.)

Son: “Were those people in front of us before?”

Woman: *easily loud enough for us and probably a few people in front and behind the four of us as well to hear* “No, they were not. People like that just like to cut in line because they don’t care about anyone but themselves, honey.”

(She went on for about five minutes about what horrible, selfish line-cutters we were and never to be like us when SHE cut in front of US! I couldn’t believe the nerve this woman had. I kinda hope she wandered in front of us without realizing so that kid isn’t being raised by such a hypocrite.)

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I Hate Mundays

May. 27th, 2017 01:00 pm
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Insurance | Salt Lake City, UT, USA

(I receive a call from a member to see if a doctor is participating on her policy.)

Member: “Is Dr. Monday a participating doctor?”

Me: “I can check that for you. Is ‘Monday’ spelled like the day of the week.”

Member: “Yes, it is. M-U-N-D-A-Y.”

Me: “…”

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Book recommendation of the week: The Painted Veil, by Somerset Maugham. The rather shallow Kitty Fane cheats on her husband, who then takes her to a cholera-infected region of China, where … things happen.

weekend free-for-all – May 27-28, 2017 was originally published by Alison Green on Ask a Manager.

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May. 27th, 2017 11:00 am
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Library|Library | Brooklyn, NY, USA

I was 14 years old but look like 9. My computer teacher at school put a cloth over everyone’s hands to practise touch typing. I did this while typing up an assignment in the public library. A stranger pulled the cloth away.

Stranger: What are you doing?

Me: Homework.

She looks over at my screen and I block it because it is not her business.

Stranger: That’s not homework. You’re covering up because you are doing something bad. Why else would you cover the screen and your HANDS?

She chucks my cloth elsewhere.

Me: It is my homework not yours and the cloth is just how we were taught to touch type.

Librarian: Ma’am, please keep your voice down. Sweetie, is she bothing you? Where are your parents?

You have to be 12 to be here alone.

I now see the stranger is looking at my screen again.

Me: Hey!

The librarian turns off the monitor.

Librarian: Ma’am, please just go mind your business.

Stranger: She’s hiding something bad! A child doesn’t mean innocent.

A second librarian has arrived and is escorting her away. I turn back to the first librarian.

Me: I am 14, here alone and I’m only doing homework. That stranger thought I was up to no good because I had that cloth over my hands and it got worse when I covered my screen when she stared at it.

Librarian: I see. Let’s pick up that cloth she threw over there. Ignore that woman. We’ll keep an eye out.

I find out later, she has harrassed others for various reasons.

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May. 27th, 2017 10:00 am
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College|College | USA

(I am a physics major in a university Calculus class.)

Student #1: “I can’t believe there are particles smaller than atoms! They’re called quarts, right?”

Professor: “Quarks.”

Student #2: “There’s a book about those!”

Student #1: “Whoa, really? I bet it’s weird.”

Professor: “I think one of the quarks is called ‘Strange’ or something.”

Me: “Yes, there are six: Up, Down, Charm, Strange, Top, and Bottom.”

Professor: *talking over me* “Maybe it was ‘Odd.’ Anyway, class, let’s get back to Applications of Integrals.”

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May. 27th, 2017 09:00 am
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Grocery Store|Grocery Store | Saskatchewan, Canada

Self-checkout tills have an attendant to check things like coupons and verify certain purchases (like double checking your produce is the correct code). Sometimes the till will lock up with “please wait for attendant”, but there’s also a button to call them if you have a non-scan-able coupon the attendant has to punch in manually on their “remote”. I have an item discounted because it’s about to expire, but it doesn’t have a barcode. I leave it for last, and when I’m ready to pay, I push the button and wait for the attendant to come by and enter the discount.

The “wait” screen clears after a bit, but no attendant. So I wait a while, and when no-one shows up, push it again. This time I spot the attendant by customer service desk talking to someone, she looks at me, I hold up the very visible discount coupon (they’re bright pink), and she pushes a button on her remote. But the discount doesn’t appear, so she obviously just pushed the “clear till” button. So I push it again and wait. Immediately, it’s cleared.

This happens two more times. Finally, I walk over and wait for her conversation to finish. I then ask for the coupon to be applied.

Her: “I’m not being rude, I was talking to a customer.”

Me: “Then why did you keep clearing the till instead of leaving it locked until you could come help me?”

Her: “You obviously didn’t need help.”

Me: “Except for the coupon I can’t enter.”

Her: “Yeah, you need an attendant to enter those.”

Me: “…”

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May. 27th, 2017 08:00 am
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Gas Station / Convenience|Gas Station / Convenience | Nova Scotia

Customer started hammering the please help button while I was on my way home for the day, it was already 30 min past the time when I should have gone home.

It’s ok, as the Manager on duty I wanted to make sure every customer had good service that day.

I answer the page, he says to me; “I selected regular it swapped to super… I am not … Expletive.. paying for super.”

I explain to him that the choice of grades is selected by the customer, I have no control over what grade he selects.

“Expletive…Expletive…Expletive.. Not Expletive paying for super you Expletive Expletive dumb Expletive…”

Calmly I explain to him that I can come out and help with his gas grade selection…

He says, “You Expletive no Expletive you… and your Expletive gas station.  Expletive I’ll pay for my Expletive .60 cents of super and I am going someplace else… Expletive.”

Customer came in and I let a cashier handle the transaction while I watched to see if he would start mouthing off again.

After he left I went to check the pump and pumped $50 of regular into my tank….

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