You didn't see that, did you?

I was really insecure a few hours ago, and you may note that a post is gone. Or, hopefully, you never saw it in the first place. Very embarrassing. (I actually removed yesterday's not long after I posted that as well, because it wasn't very nice.) I'm always moderately insecure and have a hard time judging whether a disagreeable interaction is a) me being set down as I deserve or b) me being unfairly attacked. Sometimes this uncertainty makes me paranoid and horrible. Then whenever I post about it the uncertainty gets worse and I become convinced that everyone hates me for posting about my insecurity. It's a wild ride.



H*ck. But I've been working on a new blog post and it's cheered me up and given me confidence to no end. It even makes me think (whisper) that I might be good enough to have gotten the Albany job after all (/whisper).

I purchased a digital copy of a 1950s booklet on petticoat making, and I think it was a very good purchase. Dad thinks there is a bolt of tulle left over from his wedding - we strewed it everywhere - and hopefully it really exists and Owen will bring it to Binghamton for Mother's Day and then I can make petticoats without having to buy anything except maybe elastic.