morning sundries

[rm]

It's cool and breezy this morning in a way that makes me want to listen to David Sylvian, although looking at the weather I see it will get warm enough today that everything I think I want to wear will actually kill me if I do. It occurs to me that some of the misunderstandings I've come to expect about my nature come from the fact that my most powerful season is also my melancholy one. This is what I am, this is how I do things and graceful doesn't mean small or weak. I'm very aware right now of how and when people have perceived me as a dumb bunny, and aside from one incident I can think of, of total screaming stupidity on my part after a very long relationship of mine finally terminated itself, if I'm smiling and nodding, it should never necessarily be taken to mean my agreement and certainly not my acquiescence -- it's just that I don't fight about shit that's important to other people; I fight about shit that's important to me -- and while that can concern what others value, quite frankly, people can hold whatever personal truths they want to around me as long as they don't impinge upon me and mine. Considering my family, people really should be able to better grok that "really, tell me why you pray to the purple jellybeans again" does _not_ mean I want to pray to the purple jellybeans too. I'm just sort of a habitual cataloguer of personal cosmologies, spiritual and otherwise.

My skin has broken out today for the first time since this gluten-free thing. I think it's just bad luck -- and also having to wear makeup lately for auditions. And of course I have a big stupid zit right where a bindi would go.

Meanwhile, I can't find my "girl" eye glasses. I've been wearing the boy ones for the last week. They went missing when I tore apart my room to get ready for the computer tech, so I guess I jsut need to tear it apart again. I do like to be able to go back and forth. Also, I've found that the "girl" ones are funny into all sorts of unlikely ways with teh right clothes.

You know, and this is a weird, but I think utterly legitimate, pet peeve, I own a lot of clothes that are just a tad off from white -- this is the point -- as bright, bright white is too modern for what I'm trying to do most of the time. So I hate when I do laundry, and instead of just making my clothes clean, the detergent makes it glow in the dark blue-white when it never was before. Truly, this makes me crazy. I am looking at a shirt of mine, that really you'll probably only ever see the barest sliver of at cuffs and collar and frowning.

Food I miss right now -- pizza (still, and I never ate that much of it) and tasty cake butterscotch krimpets.

Comments

[sykii.livejournal.com]

There are all sorts of color-safe bleaches, including for black and for off-white.

And I spent much of last week with a bindi zit and a matching, perfectly symmetrical one on my chin. Just charming.

[sykii.livejournal.com]

Meant to say, and detergents.

[rm.livejournal.com]

It is the color safe stuff that's doing this. It has "brighteners!" in it.

[sykii.livejournal.com]

That is le suck.
Also, the word "krimpets" makes me think of the BBS That Must Not Be Named.

[rm.livejournal.com]

I really wish I could stop referring to it as that, but, yes. And it does suit.

[graene.livejournal.com]

Try Delft or Ivory Snow or one of the other "baby-safe" detergents to find something without whiteners/brightners. I have been learning waaay too much on this topic with the cloth diapers - including that the one I am using actually does have a 'mild' brightener in it and must be replaced before the new size of cloth diapers arrive.

[alabastard.livejournal.com]

I am mildly allergic to stage makeup/foundation, it causes redness and pain if worn too often ... one of the reasons I drifted away from stage theatre. A day here and there, no problem, but repetition and I'm miserable.

[phaenix-ash.livejournal.com]

that may be the best icon i've seen in years.

[rm.livejournal.com]

It charms me massively that you think so.

[don-negro.livejournal.com]

It's been twenty years now that I've been allergic to milk, and I still miss Butter Pecan icecream. It wasn't my favorite flavor; I've only eaten it about ten times in my life. But that's what I find myself longing for.

[feyandstrange.livejournal.com]

As others have said, you want a detergent that doesn't have phosphorescents in it. Unfortunately I'm generally so busy finding an allergy-free one that I have no idea which ones glow and which ones don't any more. (I think the Ivory allergy one I use doesn't, but I'd read the label to be sure.) And all my darks get washed in Cheer for Darks - keeps blacks blacker!

Almost all the whites I own are off-white, either from being slack at laundry or because I look horrid in true white.

And yes, smiling and nodding and listening does not mean agreement, it means that I am willing to listen and learn. Assuming otherwise is proof of their own bad listening skills.

[rm.livejournal.com]

I actually look really good in true glowing white, but it's not _correct_. But now, I know all sorts of stuff I never knew. Victory.