meccahi | Bronzed

To counteract my previous snark filled post, I give you this as some form of a redeemable characteristic of my person. I can at least make pretty things.

During the Carolina show, I was able to finnnally afford some heavy duty, solid bronze scales. Bronze has tripled in cost in the past couple of years...so these babies were not cheap. But worth every penny. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do with them ... a bronze mantle would be supremely gorgeous.. but I already had at least one mantle in the shop...so I opted to make a two-panel skirt instead..and just trim a mantle in the bronze.

This is the front panel of the skirt.. It's shown on a feminine mannequin, but it works well for both sexes.

I'm not a bronze/gold tone girl at all...and yet... I can see the attraction now. Once I finished the front panel I knew I had to make a back one. Now to take a few decent photos of it.

In the meantime... Here's the front..

In other news... My body hates me.

Well the feeling is mutual body... you traitorous bastard.

Made it to bikram yoga today.. and thought I was going to die for the first half. It does not get easier with time... in fact it gets just a tad more difficult because you KNOW what is coming up. And I know that I want to push myself to reach certain forms.. Some days are good... some days border on pathetic. Today was definitely leaning to the latter side of sad. I know that half of my forms were utter crap.. and I had to stop more times than I liked. 4 people walked out of the class...which is more than I have ever seen. I am going to blame fucked up Chi for the day. Everyone seemed just a little off.

Yet..

I sweat more than I could have thought humanly possible. Even though I exerted myself less today than I think I have in most of the other classes... there were literal streams of sweat running down my arm and onto the towel on my mat. You would have thought me a sponge wrung out... it was that much. For a moment I just stared down and tried to comprehend that I could possibly be sweating that much.

It feels like my body is toning.. I know it's healthy for me,. Especially in conjunction with my change in eating habits. In theory I have never been healthier.

So could someone please point that out to my body? Because I haven't lost one stinkin' pound. Not one. I finally even abandoned my beloved whole grain bread. I''ve cut back drastically on my salt intake ( which I had already cut back on).. I'm drinking water by the gallon. I've been taking supplements to boost my thyroid..and taking a ton of B vitamins ( hey at least my hair looks great!).. and yet... not even an ounce is reflected in the scale.

I want to smash it. Lots. Into tiny bits. I called its mother a toaster to see if I got any reaction .

I gained somewhere along the lines of 15 lbs when I quit smoking... within a couple of weeks actually. This just blows. I'm happy to have my lungs back...and my singing range has expanded... but Christ on a pogo stick can't my hard work be reflected in my pants size too? What's a chubby girl gotta do?

It's almost 5am... I should be sleeping. But that seems to elude me as well.

Going to try again before I simply decided to shut my brain up by stabbing it with a Qtip.

That is all.