Why hello there, crafternet. It’s been so long. Third year is well under way and I’m working on rediscovering the sweet balance I had of work vs. play in the first two years of med school (although let’s be honest, it was mostly just play with a little work tucked in here and there). Third year is so radically different in terms of schedules and expectations, but not necessarily in a bad way. For the most part, I’m really enjoying myself when I am at work, and lest anyone think otherwise, I’m nowhere near an “all work and no play makes Ellie a dull girl” sort of situation. I get plenty of time to just hang out and enjoy myself, as evidenced below.
First, I cut off most of my hair! Not that I had a lot in the first place.
Chicago’s pride parade was today and I celebrated with some (as per usual, hideous but delicious) rainbow cupcakes. Someday my baking will look like someone who possesses fine motor skills made it.
Speaking of makes, David and I also whipped him up a pair of jorts over the weekend. His legs are enjoying the breathing room. (:
I’ve got a few projects that I’m still working on (that’s part of the reason for the radio silence as of late, all my stuff is big stuff that won’t be interesting until it’s finished) and now that I’m getting into the swing of things (“things” being waking up at the literal asscrack of dawn, or even before, on the regular) I’ll hopefully finish soon!
Okay. Am I the last person to post about MMM14 on the internet? Maybe. I’m slow. It should not be surprising to anyone, least of all to me, that I completely fell off the Me-Made wagon around week 3.5. Waking up at 4:45 in the morning to bike to work as the sun is rising is just not conducive to taking selfies, especially when one doesn’t like to take selfies in the first place. Here’s a random smattering of what I wore in the last few days. My favorite outfit was my pink Sorbetto with the blue cardigan + grey slacks.
MMM 14 taught me a lot about my sewing. I need to make more of an effort to make it look nice (ugh, taking my time with stuff), and I just need to do it more. Practice … and practice and practice and practice forever makes perfect. It’s easy to make a lot of excuses for yourself when you’re busy, broke, and don’t care that much about clothes, but what’s the point of making things if you don’t make them well? MOVING ON. Here you go. Now time to spend some real actual time sewing (instead of studying for the pediatrics shelf exam/OSCE, which are apparently so terrifying that I cannot induce myself to do anything to prepare for them).