At this point, I probably seem incredibly flaky. In reality, I'm only somewhat flaky. It's just been a ridiculously busy, stressful year. About 2 weeks after the last apology post, we found out where we'd be moving, but it took them a little while to actually give us a timeline... which we got literally 24 hours before they dropped my husband on an airplane and sent him home to me. After which point we had to pack, get the new (used; apparently, VERY used) car repaired (a $35 part cost about $1200 to replace... because it was about 12 hours of labor to disassemble basically the entire engine, because GM uses shitty parts; this same part apparently requires replacement every 2-3 years. We are never buying any GM vehicle, ever again, even if they develop a hybrid that runs on dreams and unicorn farts), and then pack all of our valuables and the cat into said car and drive 2000 miles across what can be charitably called "flyover states" (flat, boring, with more cows than people and more churches than bars) until we reached North Carolina, where it is humid and flat and wet and unpleasant, and it means fiberglassing and resining my armor is going to be a bitch because of the humidity, which is what I get for procrastinating.
So, yeah. Needless to say, being a badass for Halloween did not happen this year.
I suppose you're thinking, "Oh, great. NOW she's going to claim that the gauntlet she had mostly done got squished by military movers and she has to start over which means even more delays." NOPE! I actually packed those in a shoebox between two pillows, so my gauntlets are fine. Although the military movers managed to wreck three bookcases. All of our actually delicate shit survived (because if I learned nothing else at Macy's I learned the following: how to fit bras and how to pack china so your idiot customers don't break them on the way home), but they managed to crush our bookcases (classic compression fractures; something heavy was put on top of them).
And then we spent 2 months getting settled and then I got a job which was supposed to be part time but turned out to be almost full time but is now part time again and we STILL haven't replaced the damned bookcases so all the books are piled up in the corner of the computer/work room. And on top of that one of our boxes didn't get shipped so my in-laws have my Star Wars heels and my favorite sweater ever.
I DO however have all of the stuff I need to get at least a prototype of all of my pieces done, so as soon as the holidays are over and I'm not doing all of the things (because my husband works 12 hour days usually), I'm going to see about getting back into it, because if I lose track of it again, it'll never get done.
So Merry Christmas, or Happy Whatever-You-Happen-To-Celebrate-This-Time-Of-The-Year-And-If-You-Don't-Celebrate-Anything-Have-An-Awesome-Month-I-Guess, and I'll see you all when the Gregorian Calendar turns over. Assuming we don't all die in the Apocalypse next week, which we won't, because there's no prophesy and the next person who says the words "but MAYAN CALENDAR!!!!" gets their teeth knocked in for being an idiot.
