Hey kittens. Long time, no meow. I thought of you last night, though. But let’s start back a bit, shall we?
I’ll give you the short version: I’ve moved from Dallas to Nashville. Me and Peppermint have a little house on a busy street in a bad neighborhood. But the floors are pine and the windows are large and there’s a covered porch that looks out on the busy street.
I’m sitting on that sofa right now. The one in the picture. Peppermint is draped across the back of the sofa, like an overgrown cat. She’s got her chin on my shoulder. We like our new house.
Living alone, not so much. At least not today.
Mr. Bug stayed in the giant house in Dallas. Lucy the hound stayed with him. Our divorce will be final sometime next month.
It’s like they all say, kitty cats. Divorce is hard. Our marriage was short, there aren’t any lawyers involved and we’ve spent time really talking through what went wrong to get understanding. Still, the loss of a future. The loss of security. The loss of a good friend, someone to talk to at the end of the day. All hard.
And now I’m in Tennessee. My office is based in Nashville and I got a new boss last May who really, really wanted me to be based in Nashville too. I never really warmed up to Dallas, so I shopped neighborhoods and rented a house that I hadn’t even seen the inside of, except for peeking through the windows. My landlord was willing to take a chance on me, even with sketchy credit history and no recent rental references.
I rented a truck, hired movers online. Made a spreadsheet listing out all the furniture in the Texas house. Agonized over what dishes to take, what to leave. Agonized over hurting the man I married in the little backyard wedding. Buried my feelings.
Jumped into a new relationship with an unavailable man way too soon. Got my heart-broken again.
So basically, I’ve been living out my own little country song.
But my friends keep telling me to just get through each day. Distract myself, do things. Take care of myself. In my semi-lucid moments, that’s a nice thought. I’ve been basically involved with someone for the last 10 years. I was a single girl in my 20′s, and here I am, turning 40 in a few months. I have to learn to be single again.
I’m also thinking of learning to play the banjo.
So why was I thinking about you guys last night? I went out to listen to some mournful, steel-guitar old-school country and some funky blues downtown. It’s cold here, so I actually got to wear my silk and toile dress - made from upholstery weight fabric and lined in silk and polyester, this dress is definitely a winter dress. And what a fun dress! A full circle skirt, a fitted bodice… really, is there any better style? I need 10 more.
And with that, all of a sudden, I’ve got the urge to sew. I haven’t even drug out my sewing machine in months, and since I moved to Texas is April of 2011 I haven’t sewn a stitch of clothing. What do you say, is sewing a bevy of beautiful dresses an appropriate way to work through the pain of a marriage ending, followed by a painful breakup?
So! What’s new out there? Where are the good patterns, what should I do first? And if any of ya’ll are native (or transplanted) Nashvillians with some sewing shop advice, drop me a line chicas!!