Hail to the Kerchief

About a week before Halloween, I decided that running a repeat of last year's costume just would not do. So now I am scrambling like a fool to put something together because I am dead against buying a costume outright. I'm going as Rosie the Riveter. I still don't know if that's good or bad and I guess I can't really care anymore. I know some people see her as a bad image that does not truly represent those who worked in defense plants during and after the war. I know some people embrace her as a feminist and lesbian icon. My great grandma was one of those ladies, so I think it's kind of cool to be able to dress up like maybe she would have when she worked for McDonell Douglas.

I am so out of control on this costume and wanting it to be absolutely perfect. I got a new pair of work jeans yesterday--two sizes smaller than the last time I got some. I am hopefully getting a black metal lunch box. I ordered my kerchief. I just need to get a work shirt and some boots. As an extra bonus, I am trying to get a "sweetheart" pin to put it over the top. There might also be some false eyelashes to bat. I was going to get coveralls at first, they even sell a set that comes with the matching kerchief but I balked at paying $70.00 to look like a shapeless blue blob. Most likely I am spending more by putting this together piece by piece but hopefully it will turn out a lot better and some of the items will get continued use since it's mostly streetclothes and I like to play dress up anyway.

I hope I do my grandma proud. Hopefully if I dress like her I can take on some of her strong and flirtatious personality too, just for the night.

Spare Pin

It's really funny that girls at work ask me for things like hair clips or rubberbands or brushes. If you've ever met me and caught the slightest glimpse at my hair, you can tell it is neither the type nor the length to necessitate any of those items. I usually have some kind of smart remark like, "does it look like I can put a brush through this" or "what am I going to do with a hair clip"? Right now I need a bobby pin in the worst way but I know better than to ask for one. Normally I would have a few stashed in my purse, but I changed bags a week ago. The red pvc on my handbag is flaking worse than certain gentleman we used to know. I'm going to see if I can MacGyver a paperclip to my purposes. I think I saw a plastic coated black one earlier, it should work.

wpm?

I think I need to learn to type again.

I always think I can type fairly fast and rather well, until I take any sort of practice typing test and prove otherwise.

I make fun of my mom and sister's typing "skills" and how this has possibly held them back in regard to job opportunities. I joke that they should buy a typing program and practice at home. Well now it is not so funny and I am thinking of purchasing such a program for myself. I'm not even going to pridefully hide behind the pretense that it is for them. I need to learn to type...again.

I took some funky typing elective in high school. I wrote many a paper in college. I make a hideous amount of internet postings. I type a lot, just not for reals, if that makes any sense.

I know the keyboard and all of that, but I can't type without looking. I don't look at the keys, but I do look at the screen to see what I am typing. So of course that leads to an abundance of backspacing, which would still make me bomb a test of any sort. I want to be like one of those totally rad old school typing pool laides who can type and talk to you at the same time and have no errors and good speed, but with better pay and other skills and all that sort of thing.

I think where I mess up is to think of the whole word I am trying to type instead of just focusing on one letter at a time. I don't know if that is it or maybe if I am just trying so hard to be little miss keyboard queen that I screw up.

asdf jkl;

It's a start.