I don't know whether I feel ecstatic or panicked. The girl was working out a costume at the last minute and wanted me to help her sew something. Yuk! I dislike sewing intensely, but the thought of digging my sewing machine out of the pile of stuff that has accumulated on it since my dear husband decided to rearrange my living room....no and hell no. Just don't have the energy.
So we talked, and she said that a belly dance costume would be okay. hmmm....I have a few of those. Haven't fit me for many years...might as well get some use out of all the work putting them together.
Made me want to cry. She looks MUCH better in them than I ever did, and she is only 13! (Hear the internal mother wailing! My Baby!)
I don't remember EVER looking this good!
from a puzzled goddess who misses her baby...waaaaaah
The thrust of my life seems to be involved in these two words:
puz·zled; puz·zling\ˈpə-zə-liŋ, ˈpəz-liŋ\
transitive verb1: to offer or represent to (as a person) a problem difficult to solve or a situation difficult to resolve:challenge mentally; also: to exert (as oneself) over such a problem or situationpuzzled their wits to find a solution>2archaic:complicate, entangle3: to solve with difficulty or ingenuity<puzzle out an answer to a riddle>intransitive verb1: to be uncertain as to action or choice2: to attempt a solution of a puzzle by guesswork or experiment <puzzle over the mystery>
— puz·zler\ˈpə-zə-lər, ˈpəz-lər\noun
1: a female god2: a woman whose great charm or beauty arouses adoration