RIPPPPPPP!
That is never a good sound to hear when one is getting out of one's car at work at 7:30 a.m., especially when one's work is over a half hour from home and is on a college campus, and one's work day runs from 8 a.m. to 6:30 p.m. that particular day.
How in the hell did that happen, in just this way? It doesn't make sense, this rip. That is in the back of my skirt, near the kick-slit in the center back, and this is denim, not some mamby-pamby fabric. This is a long pencil skirt, and it's not even tight. Thankfully it could have been worse. It could have been an above-the-knee skirt, I suppose, and my nether regions could have been exposed to the world, and not just an extra flash of leg.
It's always something.
And speaking of It's Always Something, Terry brought to my attention the night before last that there were as of that day 100 more days left to the calendar year, and that therefore I (and Sandy) must be off on our counting of the days in the Blog 365 project, since that day we labeled our entries 264. Well. I laughed 'til I cried, because we all love that Terry and her anally wonderful ways, and I don't know how to refute it. I do remember one time when I repeated a number and someone brought it to my attention, so I fixed it. However, maybe there was another time that happened! There should really be 366 days this year, in fact, but we took leap day off, if you recall. Or did I actually do that? I can't remember if I was strong enough to actually not blog that day -- that was the "rule," but did I break it? I think I didn't, which is to say I didn't break the "rule," and I did not blog that day. I imagine I must have chewed off my right arm, but it seems to have grown back.
It would be easy enough (but tedious) to find out about the numbers, and/or also to find out if this is the 267th (really 268th because of the leap year complication) day of the year, but as I'm writing this, it's easier for me to just ruminate-type and wonder-type, since, you know, the typing comes so naturally to me, than it is to look it up. I am loath to go looking through all my entries this year (260-something of them!) to look, but if you are very bored and want to do it, be my guest, and report back to us your findings.
However, I can hardly stop laughing enough to clear my eyes to type this thing, and I am typing by feel (I'm good at that, right?) because Terry has got me going so far into hysterics. To think that we might actually get to December 31st, after having written every single solitary day for well over the 365 (because remember I "practiced" for a good two months before the actual start of the project), only to find that I had misnumbered all my entries? I can hardly stand it. I think I should have an eggnog right NOW, just in case. Make that a double.
Of course, in the end it doesn't matter what, or even whether, the posts are numbered -- just that we've blogged every day of the year. Claudia and Kay said at the beginning of the project that they thought I was crazy enough ("in a good way" to quote them both) to do this. It appears I am. But I've got company, and it's company that frankly (sorry, girls, to have doubted you) I didn't think would stick with it. It's my favorite hobby of all my many hobbies, so although I thought I might (and have) had days when I felt a little bit like I'd hit the wall, it's really natural and not hard for me. For others, that is not the case. I'm so proud of my compatriots for whom it's more of an effort.
Terry, I love you. More than you can imagine. Figure out those numbers, will ya? Or I might just pull random numbers out the air for the rest of the year just for the hell of it.
It looks like whoever (or whatever) sewed the flat-felled seam near the kick pleat didn't catch all the layers of fabric properly when finishing it. Or at least that's what it looks like in the picture. How annoying!
Posted by: Kristen | Wednesday, September 24, 2008 at 03:53 AM
Found it! July 4 and July 5 are both numbered 185.
Why yes, I AM having an insomniac night. Why do you ask? Just because I'm examining the numbering of your blog entries at 2:17 am?
Posted by: Sue | Wednesday, September 24, 2008 at 05:19 AM
Oh, and you did NOT blog on Feb. 29. ;-)
Posted by: Sue | Wednesday, September 24, 2008 at 05:21 AM
Hey, if it wants to rip, let it rip. Crazier fashion trends were started in just that way. Maybe open it up a little more, and insert a little hand knit lace panel in there. It'll be the rage in Paris before you know it.
Posted by: Dave Daniels | Wednesday, September 24, 2008 at 05:22 AM
I'd say there was a weak spot in the fabric. Can you fix it?
Posted by: Carole | Wednesday, September 24, 2008 at 06:37 AM
Well, my dear Norma, I love you too. Here are a couple of links for you. This first one is a calendar of this year with the numbers of the day underneath: http://www.timeanddate.com/calendar/custom.html?year=2008&country=1&space=0&fdow=0&hol=25&holmark=0&moon=on&doy=on. You will notice that today, Wednesday, September 24 has the number 268 underneath. Yep, you should be on 267. Or you could look at this site: http://www.ceu-hours.com/daysleft.html. As of this typing it claims 98 days left in this year, so if you do the math, 365-98=267.
Whew, I'm glad we got that all straightened out!
Posted by: Teresa C | Wednesday, September 24, 2008 at 07:05 AM
I don't want to deal with all the numbers, but, according to my calendar, Wednesday, September 24, is day 268 with 98 more days to go in 2008. Obviously, that included leap day for a total of 366 days. Make it work!
Posted by: Adelaide | Wednesday, September 24, 2008 at 07:34 AM
Seems you have been straightened out all over the place. The fabric of our skirt must have been weak (as Carole said) and had too much pressure on it from the seaming. That's a bite!!
Posted by: Margene | Wednesday, September 24, 2008 at 07:44 AM
Welcome to the first day of Mercury-in-retrograde! Looks like you're off to a ripping good start!
Posted by: Margaret | Wednesday, September 24, 2008 at 08:38 AM
Did you skip a day of reading comments or something because someone else pointed out the number discrepancy about two months ago - she asked if you paid for your calendar or was it a freebie. I laughed, checked the almanac and commented something like OMG, she's right. anyhoo... Sorry about the skirt. Denim is not immune to rips. Jeans can do the same thing at the crotch, around pockets or zippers, anywhere.
Posted by: LauraG | Wednesday, September 24, 2008 at 08:50 AM
Because I can't help it, I went here: http://mistupid.com/calendar/dayofyear.htm. Despite my distaste for the name of the website, it has a very useful feature, and I discovered that today (September 24) is day 268. Don't we all feel better now?
Posted by: Elizabeth D | Wednesday, September 24, 2008 at 09:05 AM
On the very EDGE of my seat to see how you handle this crucial numbering problem. I say just start fresh with the correct number. It will make you worry that someone will think you skipped a day.
It is not at all surprising that people stuck with you. Well except for the people you told to shut the eff up. LOL.
Kay
Posted by: Kay | Wednesday, September 24, 2008 at 09:48 AM
As I see it, the biggest question that your post poses is: WHAT were you wearing when you photographed that rip???? (seems....pardon the pun, we know what you WEREN'T wearing!) and where the heck did you choose to do that???? Still laughing!
Posted by: Ruby | Wednesday, September 24, 2008 at 09:55 AM
I just assumed you were such a fast typist that you had warped the space/time continuum...
A decorative patch could fix the skirt - making a "design feature" out of a flaw.
Posted by: gayle | Wednesday, September 24, 2008 at 10:06 AM
Hee, I like Dave's suggestion with a touch of lace bit :^)
A 'hobby'! So THAT'S where I've gone woefully wrong... sure, now it makes sense.
I love your craziness to blog every single day.
Posted by: marianne | Wednesday, September 24, 2008 at 10:18 AM
I thought this was going to be a knitting post....
Posted by: Chris in MN | Wednesday, September 24, 2008 at 10:36 AM
Too funny! And if you're making eggnog, make one for me too. Mmmmm.
Posted by: Cheryl S. | Wednesday, September 24, 2008 at 10:48 AM
At least the rip wasn't in one of your fancy-pants jeans.
Posted by: claudia | Wednesday, September 24, 2008 at 11:34 AM
Don't much care what number it is.... I just love the fact that you're blogging every day!
Posted by: Beebs | Wednesday, September 24, 2008 at 12:24 PM
Keep some duct tape in the car and if you ever have any rip problems again while you're far away from home slap some tape on the inside to keep your modesty or whatever. It's how I roll....HA!
Posted by: The Queen of the Snow Cows | Wednesday, September 24, 2008 at 03:29 PM
Okay, now I've got that Dazz Band disco song in my head, only it's changed to "Let it rip..."
Gee, thanks :-)
Posted by: Lee Ann | Wednesday, September 24, 2008 at 04:18 PM
As long as you keep posting, I don't care what day or number it is. I hope you can fix the skirt easily.
Posted by: Cookie | Wednesday, September 24, 2008 at 04:41 PM
Oh, I was afraid it was one of the lovely True Jeans purchases! BTW, are you still happy with the jeans? Which pairs/brands have held up over time? I am in need of a pair or two for the fall/winter and am on the fence about brands to try.
Posted by: Sharlene | Wednesday, September 24, 2008 at 09:03 PM
This reminds me of a time when I had gained some weight and still squeezed my larger butt into the same size jeans a smaller me had worn comfortably. I bent over to pick something up, heard that heart-smashing "RIPPPPPP!", and then some cooler air on my butt/upper thigh. Luckily my coat covered it. Unluckily I was riding with my mom and she insisted that we still go to the grocery store before going home... Every time I made a long stride or got in and out of the car it ripped a little more!
Posted by: Susan | Wednesday, September 24, 2008 at 09:23 PM
Terry numbered Leap Day. I am a Leap Day birthday, and I remember she was the only one with a number that day. It was also the day my van was broken into and my laptop stolen. Rather notable day.
As for your skirt, it looks like it was caught on a nail, or something similar. Not nice.
Posted by: PICAdrienne | Thursday, September 25, 2008 at 12:55 AM