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11 years ago
What a weekend!
Thursday I had a nervous breakdown. I went back over all the seams of a bodysuit I was working on and I noticed I had lost about 4 inches off the bottom of the legs from tailoring the butt. The calf padding had gone above the knee due to this. I was afraid that it wasn't going to get done by Friday and I would be a disappointment. That night I had left some windows open as I do sometimes on nice nights to let an extra breeze in and one of the screens had popped off without me noticing.
Sometime after 2am my Peppermint Blackpaw, my baby kitty, my skiddish 100 percent indoor cat, jumped out the window and ran off into the night.
When I woke up friday morning I noticed that Onani, the momma kitty, was acting strange. She was breathing heavily, wouldn't get up for food, and growled when I tried to touch her. With all the commotion I didn't notice that my baby kitty wasn't where she usually was. As a matter of fact, she wasn't anywhere in the house to be found.
I live on a horse ranch full of a mixture of feral and barn cats. The property is surrounded by woods and forests full of coyotes. I didn't even know where to start so I stood there in the yard for a few hours. She is so loud when she meows if she was out there calling for me I would have heard her. I needed to be packed and out of the house by noon with a finished fursuit and there I was standing in my pajamas in my front yard feeling very defeated and low.
How could I go to a convention all weekend knowing my kitten was out there somewhere and something unknown wrong with the other cat. But I had to go. There would be plenty of people looking for her, I hoped.
I managed to will myself into the car with the help of boyfriend and my good friend Lauren, feeling a little assured. I got my game face on and set up shop in my hotel room and got to work.
The fur panel went really well, the room was full! It gave me the extra push I needed to get into high gear. Rylie came for a final fitting and everything looked good before the fursuit parade. Once she got suited I instantly felt a rush of relief. Suits with breasts so very rarely look any good and I did a good job. I learned a lot and I'm going to take that and do better every time.
I saw a lot of old friends, made new friends, actually got to suit, took friends to sushi, and partied pretty hard. Saturday night I got the call that Baby kitty had been found and she was pretty traumatized but alright. My boyfriend is my rock and I would have probably given up if it wasn't for him. My friends are so amazing and I wish I had more time to spend with them.
I learned some important lessons this weekend. I need to stop talking badly about myself and my fursuits. I should just accept a compliment and be polite. It's not that I'm searching for compliments or want ass pats, I sincerely almost never believe people when they tell me what I make looks good. If I would have had more faith in myself I would have been able to complete the things that needed completing a lot quicker without second guessing myself every second of every day.
-End ramble
Thursday I had a nervous breakdown. I went back over all the seams of a bodysuit I was working on and I noticed I had lost about 4 inches off the bottom of the legs from tailoring the butt. The calf padding had gone above the knee due to this. I was afraid that it wasn't going to get done by Friday and I would be a disappointment. That night I had left some windows open as I do sometimes on nice nights to let an extra breeze in and one of the screens had popped off without me noticing.
Sometime after 2am my Peppermint Blackpaw, my baby kitty, my skiddish 100 percent indoor cat, jumped out the window and ran off into the night.
When I woke up friday morning I noticed that Onani, the momma kitty, was acting strange. She was breathing heavily, wouldn't get up for food, and growled when I tried to touch her. With all the commotion I didn't notice that my baby kitty wasn't where she usually was. As a matter of fact, she wasn't anywhere in the house to be found.
I live on a horse ranch full of a mixture of feral and barn cats. The property is surrounded by woods and forests full of coyotes. I didn't even know where to start so I stood there in the yard for a few hours. She is so loud when she meows if she was out there calling for me I would have heard her. I needed to be packed and out of the house by noon with a finished fursuit and there I was standing in my pajamas in my front yard feeling very defeated and low.
How could I go to a convention all weekend knowing my kitten was out there somewhere and something unknown wrong with the other cat. But I had to go. There would be plenty of people looking for her, I hoped.
I managed to will myself into the car with the help of boyfriend and my good friend Lauren, feeling a little assured. I got my game face on and set up shop in my hotel room and got to work.
The fur panel went really well, the room was full! It gave me the extra push I needed to get into high gear. Rylie came for a final fitting and everything looked good before the fursuit parade. Once she got suited I instantly felt a rush of relief. Suits with breasts so very rarely look any good and I did a good job. I learned a lot and I'm going to take that and do better every time.
I saw a lot of old friends, made new friends, actually got to suit, took friends to sushi, and partied pretty hard. Saturday night I got the call that Baby kitty had been found and she was pretty traumatized but alright. My boyfriend is my rock and I would have probably given up if it wasn't for him. My friends are so amazing and I wish I had more time to spend with them.
I learned some important lessons this weekend. I need to stop talking badly about myself and my fursuits. I should just accept a compliment and be polite. It's not that I'm searching for compliments or want ass pats, I sincerely almost never believe people when they tell me what I make looks good. If I would have had more faith in myself I would have been able to complete the things that needed completing a lot quicker without second guessing myself every second of every day.
-End ramble
And your stuff is always adorable! *gives ass pats* lol
Glad your kitty is okay , but your stuff is freaking for serious, adorbs!
Hang in there, hon, you do good work and you're so much help in the fursuit help groups on facebook and all as well, I think. I found a lot of reassurance and help from your posts and even you personal replies. :) Trust yourself, you know what you're doing, hon :)
I'm glad your kitten was found.. Keep the boyfriend..
I've never seen you turn out a bad fursuit.. They're awesome.. I've made a few, and I always do the best job possible. The final result reflects back on me.
Never have I left on a trip where there wasn't some last minute "something" to throw a wrench in my best laid plans, and inevitably I forget something.. C'est la vie!!
At least everything turned out good in the end, and it's wonderful you had a full turnout for your panel.. All those bribes cost me a bunch on $$..
Your fursuits are great! I can't wait for my wolfy.
Nothing like spending time with friends to brighten up your day Glad everything worked out in the end.