Creative Inspiration

Matt and I spent the day in Montevideo on Saturday.  It was our annual pilgrimage there for the sub-section one-act play contest.  We go to support the Renville kids and just generally have a good time.  This year there were six plays produced.  And even though Renville didn't go on, they did a wonderful job.  Their play, "Loonies and Snatchers," had the most energy and was incredibly hilarious.  The co-directors, whom we know through the school channels, did a wonderful job with these young upstart actors.  Most of the kids in the play were found in seventh grade, three years ago.  Now Diane, one of the directors, would like to produce a play that would highlight two of their boys.  She mentioned that as kind of a one-off comment, as though it just won't be able to happen...And that started my mind going.

On the way back to Matt's folks' place, I thought, why can't it happen?  And now an idea is forming.  Can I write a play that would be of competition quality?  I don't know, but I'm sure going to find out.  First though, I have some research to do.  I'm going to pull from Greek/Roman mythology for this one, and have maybe up to three principal characters, and then any number can be in the chorus, which will provide other characters and scenery as needed.  One-act is really a minimalist type of production.  I'm excited to see if this will turn out.  And if it does, I'll present it to Diane in September.  That gives me plenty of time to fine tune the script.

I have a feeling the script is going to be the easy part.  The directors will have the tough part of producing it.  The actors will have the tough part of becoming the characters.

Oh how fun this is going to be!

Women will understand

“Holy crap!  I have boobs!”

That was the first thing that came out of my mouth as I tried on one of my new bras tonight. 

I’ve been feeling somewhat down that none of my bras fit anymore.  I felt like everything was sagging and getting smaller; a byproduct of nursing, I guess.  When I was nursing Emily (and Kirstin when she was that little) I loved the way I looked.  My waistline was small, and my breasts were full and round.  I just felt better about my appearance in general.  Some of that wonderful appearance stayed with me after Kirstin was weaned, but now that Emily is weaned, it all went away.  It’s like I’ve been carrying around two saggy half-filled balloons or something.  And they are supported by an expanded waistline.  I haven’t gained weight at all; I just have a tummy that shows my two pregnancies.  So, with the smaller breasts and larger tummy, I needed some retail therapy.

I have no need for nursing bras anymore and I’ve been getting by with one “good” bra and several sports bras for the past three or four months.  In general, I hate shopping for clothes, bras especially.  I can’t find anything that supports the “girls” they way I like.  But then again, I tend to shop at Wal-Mart for underclothing.  I found out tonight a few dollars makes a big difference when shopping for bras.  We went to the mall and shopped at Penney’s for new church shoes for me and new bras.  Matt took the kids and walked around whilst I made my decision.  There was a good buy one get one half off deal going on, so I was pretty excited.  I mean, REALLY excited.  I was finally going to get some support that didn’t just flatten things out and make my waistline really show up!  Yay! 

And I went into this shopping trip prepared.  Matt measured me for the correct size.   The first few that I found and liked only came in larger sizes…Sizes I used to fit, but no longer.  It was turning more difficult than I thought.  I moved to a different rack (hee hee) and found all super small sizes for those women who need a little bit of support, or young ladies who are just starting to bloom can start there and move up later on.  Still nothing in my size.  Then I turned one last time, about to give up, and there they were.  The perfect bras!  Yay!  I got one for just general everyday go about town stuff, and one I got “to make me feel pretty.” 

It’s amazing what some technology can do to cleavage.  I mean, the everyday bra looks good, feels good, and gives all the support I could wish for, while still streamlining the shape.  Then there’s the “pretty” bra.  A little lace and some added features.  It was that bra that caused me to rediscover my boobs.  I mean…Wow.  I love retail therapy! 

Incidentally, my need for shoes came from the pregnancies as well.  My feet just didn’t fit into what I lovingly call my hooker boots anymore.  I love my tall boots that zip up on the side, but cramming my feet into them these past few weeks for church has caused some problems.  My feet started to cramp up as I was walking, my knees started to give trouble again, and it was just an all around unpleasant experience.  So, new shoes were on my list.  I found some, and they are nice, don’t get me wrong, but they’re not my hooker boots.  Oh well, at least now Kirstin won’t hear the term “hooker boots” again.  I won’t have to worry about her using that around the wrong people. 

Oh, and about the job front: I have heard nothing and tomorrow is technically the start date.  I’m going to keep looking for something, though.  I have to keep looking.  My sanity won’t let me stay where I’m at for much longer.  Too much chaos is involved right now.

But something good has come from the chaos.  Matt and I have learned (or reiterated) that bras are not the only support for us.  We have many friends who have helped us through and it’s good to not feel alone when times get tough.