Obligatory Social Distancing Post

Turns out, you guys, I am not an introvert.

“No shit”, said absolutely everyone who heard me say this over the last two weeks.

I’m on day 19 (I had to check, I’m losing track) of being off work indefinitely, only going outside for a walk around the block or to the store . To be clear, if all that is being asked of me right now is to stay home so COVID-19 doesn’t spread, then I’m happy to do just that.

While my friends are amazing, and we video chat/talk more than we ever have, I still found myself needing something to do. Given my recently discovered extrovert nature, my lack of work, and my complete inability to not be busy at all times, I’ve had to start finding hobbies.

I am not a hobby person. In my almost 30 years of life, I never really had a hobby, unless you count reading. But boy, oh boy am I coming out of this social distancing thing with a few hobbies under my belt. A girl can only go for so many runs. So far I’ve tried:


This is cheating as it isn’t strictly a new hobby. I was initially excited at the idea of being home for an indeterminate amount of time because I thought it would give me plenty of time to improve my sewing skills.

I forgot one little thing. Sewing requires fabric, and I don’t have any of the fabric I need. I have two projects in mind, one cosplay and one for day to day wear. And I have absolutely no fabric for either of them.

So much for that idea. Although I did have juuuuuust enough fabric leftover from my Resistance Rey vest to make a set of matching gauntlets

Pose loosely inspired by the May 2005 cover of Premiere magazine


Back in the early days of social distancing I decided to teach myself a useful skill, and I settled on writing closed captions. We kind of touched on it when I was in graduate school, but never to the point where we got to try it out ourselves.

I found a nice free software, Aegisub, pulled up a 5 minute video of myself talking, and figured I would buckle in and teach myself the software over the next week.

90 minutes later the video was entirely subtitled.

OK, this wasn’t going to occupy much of my time after all. Though, hey, hello new resume skill!


Ah. Crochet. The most ambitious of my attempts to find a hobby.

I ordered the More Star Wars Crochet kit, stupidly assuming it was for kids and how hard could it be, really.

I suppose it isn’t that complicated for someone familiar with crochet. But as the granddaughter of an expert knitter, I spent my first 5 minutes with this kit concerned that they’d only sent me one needle when surely they meant to send two?

After realizing that, no, crochet is only done with one needle, I was keen to begin the first project until I encountered problem 2: I don’t understand crochet patterns at all.

It’s not that the book in the kit didn’t try to help. There is a full list of abbreviations and 3 whole pages detailing every kind of stitch. But as a visual learner, a diagram wasn’t enough to tell me what any of this was supposed to look like.

To YouTube!

I found this amazing tutorial that taught me how to make an amigurumi octopus, who I’ve named Squishy:

I shall call him squishy and he shall be mine.

It wasn’t all smooth sailing from there though. I stitched the entire octopus using a specialty stitch called Back Loop Only, which I only realized as I was finishing up.


That said, my crochet game improved immensely. Enough for me to go ahead and order the other Star Wars crochet set.


The problem with my developing crafty habits in the middle of a pandemic, though, is lack of access to materials. I’ve used up the yarn that came with the sets, and you would not BELIEVE how difficult it is to find the right size yarn in brown and beige at online craft stores. And since most characters require at least one of these colours it seems this hobby is on hold too, for the time being.

Honestly, while we wait this out at home I may just go back to reading. I already have all the necessary materials. Maybe I’ll even start reviewing the books I own on here.

Stay safe everyone!

Running 5K, one goal at a time

Almost 4 months ago, I jumped on here to lament how much I dislike running. A bold statement from someone who was…BARELY actually running anywhere.

Every day I would leave the house with the intention of running/jogging/walking 5 kilometres, and I’d be lucky if I made it to 3 before deciding that it was “good enough”.

Then winter hit, and running outside became unsafe and/or impossible. So I did what I had been putting off for so long: I got a gym membership.

My first day at the gym, once I found a treadmill to my liking (by which I of course mean in the back corner) I found it came pre-loaded with several workout options. And right there, on the top right: Run 5K. So much for my “good enough” tendencies. By pressing that button, I am committing to that distance.

The first time I tried it, it took me nearly 50 minutes to run it, just pushing the upper pacing limit I would have to reach by April. So I set myself my first goal: 45 minutes.

To take my mind off of just how long that feels, I started downloading TV episodes onto my phone to watch while I run, figuring those run about 45 minutes, so when the episode is done, then I’ll be done.

I’ve slowly been making my way through Timeless (which I highly recommend if you haven’t seen it). Problem with the show is that the episodes run 42 minutes, not 45. so my second goal was to get through my run by the time the episode ended, which I reached in mid-January

My third goal, which had been at the back of my head since I started was to run the full 5K in under 40 minutes. The next few weeks were filled with so many, and I mean SO MANY near misses. The day I ran the distance in 40:08 still stings.

So when I finally managed it in 39:15 two weeks ago, I did what any rational millennial would. I marked the occasion with not one but TWO celebratory Instagram posts.

This past week, the weather sort of forgot about the fact that it’s wintertime and it was nice enough to actually try running outside. I was feeling REAL good about this. I couldn’t do it before but that was then. Now, I’m the one who can run on the faster side of my pacing limit. I was gonna go outside and show those 5 kilometres who’s BOSS.

Yeah ok. So about that.

Running outside doesn’t even feel remotely the same as running on a treadmill, as anyone who has ever actually run before would know. My lungs threatened to stage an evacuation of my chest cavity about 5 minutes in. And with the snowstorm that finally decided to show up, it’s going to be a while before I can try running outside again.

I’m sure I’ll get the chance to run outside before mid-April but sometimes I can’t help but wonder: wouldn’t it be funny if the first time I ran outside was on race day?

Pictured here: me wondering if maybe I should just call an Uber

Adventures in Cosplay – Rey’s Battle Outfit

This is it folks.

The big one.

The reason I wanted to learn to sew in the first place.

God they’re pretty…

Ok no, seriously. As the title of this post suggests, this is about my attempts at building Rey’s Battle Outfit:

My original intention was to have this done in time for Halloween 2019 (!), but I wasn’t confident enough in my sewing skills to pull it off. I didn’t have a pattern for the tunic, and I couldn’t find any shirts that could be modified to look like it either.

I ultimately made two whole other costumes before I felt ready to tackle this one. Because it was assembled in pieces, it’ll probably make the most sense to tackle this breakdown costume piece by costume piece. My effort is, admittedly, not the most screen-accurate. But I just love it so so much. And the great part about it being in so many pieces is that they’re fairly simple to swap out as my skills improve.

Looped Sash and Obi

This was the first part of the costume that I (with my grandmothers help) put together.

Rather than buying lengths of fabric, I bought two infinity scarves from a fast-fashion store, cut them in half so that they were each one long rectangle, then cut those two rectangles in half length-wise, so that I was left with 4 long grey rectangles.

My grandmother then worked some sewing wizardry and joined 3 of the pieces together so the seams are barely visible.

I tried to help, but I really can’t compete with the speed that decades of experience gives you

The scarves are made of a stretchy jersey-type fabric, which means they have a tendency to curl at the edges, making the looped sash look thinner than it actually is.

The obi was the really easy part, since I decided to just use the 4th rectangle of fabric, which I wrap around myself and just tuck into place.

The Undershirt

For the white undershirt, I just used the same white shirt I use for Ach-To Rey, which is to say a t-shirt with the sleeves cut off. This will probably be the part I replace first since the shirt is starting to get old. But I just love the neckline so much!

The Tunic

When I first wanted to make this last October, I found a lot of blogs online with instructions on how to measure out your own pattern. But at this point my sewing skills were nowhere near the confidence required to do that.

Then a couple of months ago, I found a free pattern on Mood Fabrics website, for an outfit called “The Andromeda“. Despite the name, they’re pretty upfront that this is a Rey costume pattern.

I didn’t really need anything from this pattern except the tunic, and the leather pieces (which I’ll come to in a minute).

The fabric I used isn’t really screen accurate except for the colour. It doesn’t have that quilting texture, which is something I would probably like to change down the line. One thing I do like about this fabric, a cotton blend, is how light it is.

It was definitely a struggle to break away from my tendency to gravitate towards wool. I actually considered making this out of wool. The only thing that stopped me was that I felt it wouldn’t swish right.

Back in my cutting room, aka my parent’s living room

The one struggle I had with this one was entirely of my own making. I decided I needed to lengthen the pattern by about 4 inches on the hem, to account for my height.

This was totally unnecessary, and left me having to try and evenly cut 4 inches off the bottom of the long back piece and the two front pieces.

I also decided to hand-stitch the finishing details, but this was a much more pleasant experience than my other attempts at hand-finishing. Why? Because I am now the proud owner of not one but three thimbles! Yay, no more microscopic holes in my fingers that burn when I handle citrus fruit!

The Cuff and Belt

I used the Andromeda pattern for these too. The pattern instructions call for faux leather on one side, and vinyl on the other to give it some stiffness.

I wound up only using the faux leather, because I’ve commissioned the real thing from a friend who does leather work. As a result I wasn’t willing to put in more work (and frankly, money) when I knew a better version would be coming soon anyway.

Sitting criss-cross applesauce on top of my mothers coffee table.
She’s fine with it, really.

I actually really like the faux leather I picked though. And I had enough extra material to make a fanny pack (don’t look at me like that).

The Pants

Leggings from Old Navy. Didn’t modify them, didn’t dye them. Just unpacked them from the cardboard wrap thing and boom. Pants.


For now I’m using the same boots I wear for my Jedi outfit. I have my eye on the brown Po-Zu boots, but unfortunately I also have my eye on the shipping costs and the exchange rate and I just have myself a little cry.

The Arm Wraps

You’re probably thinking that this part is also pretty straightforward. Those are pretty clearly gauze bandages on Daisy Ridley’s arms, how could I mess this up.


I somehow got it in my head that rather than just going to buy bandages (because it’s too easy? who knows) I would make the wraps myself out of strips of cloth.

I had an old white pillowcase that was ripping at the seams. Perfect!

I spent an entire afternoon cutting this pillowcase down to an even number of roughly similar-sized strips. I even ironed the pillowcase to make sure that all creases were smoothed out so they didn’t affect my cutting.

Spotted in the background: the beginnings of my fanny pack

I found a nice zigzag setting on my machine to stitch the ends together and I’m feeling pretty proud of myself. I made something without a pattern and I up-cycled a pillowcase on top of all that.

So here’s the thing.

A gauze bandage not only clings to itself, it also moulds and bends to the shape of whatever it’s being wrapped around. My pillowcase attempt did neither of these things. My arms looked like that part of the horror movie where the mummy starts unravelling.

What is the secret to wrapping these? I wondered. To the forums!

The secret, as it turns out? Just buy the goddamn gauze.

So I bought the goddamn gauze.

A few people did also suggest making a compression sleeve out of old/cheap pantyhose to tuck the ends of the gauze into. So I got to up-cycle something at least.

Some people even went so far as to suggest that you sew the gauze onto the sock so you can just pull the whole thing on as one piece. I haven’t done that yet (haven’t figured out how yet, exactly) but I do like the idea.

This project had the rare distinction where every single piece looked absolutely ridiculous on its own, but somehow managed to come together to form my favourite costume so far.

Writing About Writing

Whenever I would read a book by a writer I admire (think Bossypants by Tina Fey, or either of the books by Mindy Kaling) my number one frustration was that they talk about their pre-success struggles, and then suddenly their staffed-as-a-writer successes, with very little look at the in-between of it all.

“Why??”, younger-Arezou would lament. Why do they never discuss how exactly they landed those first jobs, what steps they took to land them in minute detail? It’s unfair! Besides now realizing that that kind of thing probably wouldn’t make for good reading, as someone now in that on-between place herself, I’ve landed on the answer.

It’s because it’s freaking hard.

Oh, sure it isn’t that hard to lament face-to-face about your struggles when you’re on the verge of being where you need to be. Just ask any of my friends. But to detail the process as you’re going through it, with no idea what the outcome will be? Freaking hard.

But for the sake of…posterity I guess, and to not totally disappoint younger me, I thought I would start chronicling my process as I go through it. This is either going to be a very cute retrospective when my career really takes off, or it’ll be a sad…actually no. I’m not putting that out there. This is just going to be the cute retrospective.

The Series

A few months ago, I optioned Canadian young adult series to adapt for television.

“Oh wow”, you say. “How do you do that?”

Well, isn’t that the million dollar question. I’m writing it myself so that’s one step down. Once that’s done, I can start looking at getting other producers involved to take it to the next step. Because while I have all the love and the drive, it’s a big undertaking for a first timer.

So where is it at now?

I’ve just started on the second draft of the pilot. The first one was such a dry, garbled mess I didn’t let anyone read it. They would 100% think less of me if I did.

The best thing going into draft two is realizing that I don’t need to slavishly stick to the structure of the novel. I think I needed to get all the way through the first draft for it to really stick that these are two different mediums and that they just CAN’T be written the same way. Just chalk that up to something that I should have known that took me way too long to figure out.

Other Writing

Last week, I wrote a piece for the website SW Rep Matters, a site dedicated to showcasing representation in the Star Wars universe. If you know me at all you know these are two things that are very near and dear to me and it was super exciting to be featured on their website.

If you’re interested you can read my article on their site: “From Sand People to Doctors: An examination of Middle Eastern Representation in the Galaxy Far, Far Away

It was a great experience to write for and be published by someone other than myself, and I hope I get the opportunity to do more of that in the future.

If you’ve made it this far down, thanks for sticking with me!

Adventures in Cosplay – The Jedi Tunic

Happy New Year, Nerds! How were your holidays? Did you all see Rise of Skywalker? I did! And that’s all I’ll say on that because while I may be new to blogging I am not new to the internet…

Anyway! When I last left off, I had finished assembling two Republic-era Jedi Robes. One thing I underestimated was how much easier it is to sew when you’re doing so out in the open. My next project, making a tunic for my brother, was going to have to be done in secret.

Why secret? My brother is IMPOSSIBLE to shop for. If he wants it, he buys it. This means every Christmas, my entire family has to start getting really creative. Add to this the fact that we’re both living at home at the moment and there was absolutely nowhere for me to hide while I worked.

Just look at all that hiding I’m doing

My mother pointed out that I could probably cut and sew the whole thing right in front of him without him noticing. I decided to try this out. So there I am cutting the pattern, when in walks my brother followed by his girlfriend, and I hear him utter the dreaded words:

“What are you working on?”

I panicked.

“A dress”, I reply, too quickly.

“Is this for the robe thing you’re doing?”, she asks me.

“No!” I basically shout. “It’s…uh….Satine’s dress. Duchess Satine Kryze of Mandalore!”

Two utterly blank expressions stare back at me. “Oh ok”, my brother finally says. “Good luck!”

Thank the Force neither of them have seen The Clone Wars because I cannot Bibbidi Bobbidi Boo 10 meters of light brown wool into this:

One day…

Fabric cut, it was now time to start sewing. For the pattern I used Simplicity 5840, which is the same kit I got the robe pattern from.

I was in for one challenge after another with the tunic that made the robes look really simple in comparison, not the least of which was the literal blood that went into the whole thing.

Not pictured: the sweat and tears

Challenge 1: Is the whole thing crooked?

Step one was to line up the shoulder seams and sew, but I couldn’t get them to line up without throwing off the rest of the seams. I was convinced I’d either cut the pattern or the fabric wrong, and with my deadline of December 19 looming ever closer, I threw the entire project in the car and drove up to my local Fabricland.

The lovely ladies there very gently explained that it was fine, I hadn’t done anything wrong, and that it would all adjust and line up as I went.

Challenge 2: The length

As I mentioned in my last post, adjustments had to be made to the hem length to accommodate height. But where I could measure the robe against my brother, I couldn’t do the same with the tunic. My solution was to add the same length to the tunic as I did for the robe, plus a couple of extra inches “just in case”.

He’d probably believe I was making a dress, honestly

Challenge 3: The fabric

The instructions call for a lightweight, linen-type fabric, so I did the obvious and bought brown wool because what difference could it possibly make?

Oh, my sweet summer child.

Granted, the fabric type didn’t really matter when it came to the shirt itself. As long as my brother didn’t overheat while wearing that and the robe it would be fine. The problems with the fabric started to show themselves with the tunic belt.

The belt is a large oval-ish panel that wraps around most of the waist once, and is brought back to the front by thinner bands of fabric attached to either end. This is assembled by sewing the edges of each band together then flipping it outside in to hide the raw edge.

Easy enough for thin lightweight linen. Not so much for wool.

Director Krennic does not approve of my rookie mistakes.
Also kinda want to make an Imperial Officer uniform now…

I could have made the seam smaller, it’s true, but it wasn’t going to pass through either way so I just rolled with it.

As for the panel portion, that was a bit easier to stitch and flip the seam to the inside. For this part, I also gave myself too much of a seam allowance (instructions? me? apparently, I laugh in the face of instructions), but it worked out well enough.

The face of someone who 100% thought this through

Using a more flexible fabric, like linen, would probably have allowed me to sew most of the panel shut, leaving a small opening for everything to pass through. But that was not my reality. I made the bold and TOTALLY INTENTIONAL choice of leaving a smartphone sized opening on top of the panel so my brother would have somewhere to store his phone. This is what my brother, an industrial designer, told me is called a “design consideration”. Even, apparently, when it happens by mistake.

Cue shameless Star Wars shelfie

One design element that the pattern didn’t call for, and that I actually did do on purpose, is the part of the tunic I like the most.

Last Spring, for fun, I decided to teach myself how to read and write Aurebesh, one of the writing forms seen in Star Wars, during a particularly slow few days at work. Flash-forward to me finishing up the tunic, I wanted to add a little personal touch. One trip to the craft store, and one YouTube embroidery tutorial later, I had a scrap of fabric embroidered with my brother’s name in Aurebesh:

He thought it said “Macklunkey” and was very sad when I said it didn’t

Once the tunic was done, it became a question of when to present him with it. The answer revealed itself when, during our Star Wars rewatch (Revenge of the Sith) he looked around at me and asked “any idea where I can get one of those shirts?”

As a matter of fact, I did.

I think he likes it
*Duel of the Fates intensifies*
Our parents are so proud

Adventures in Cosplay – the Jedi Robe

November 6, 2019. Halloween is over. We are now 6 weeks and 1 day from the Thursday night preview of The Rise of Skywalker. That night my brother and I intend on arriving in grand Republic-era style, and all I have to show for it is 12 meters of brown wool and a possibly dangerous overconfidence in my own ability. It’s time to start cutting some fabric.

How I didn’t slice into the rug is anyone’s guess.

I decided to lay the whole thing out on the floor and cut it that way, since it was the only space large enough for me to lay the whole pattern flat. Side note: My mother later pointed out that her giant coffee table was big enough to accommodate the fabric width and you better believe that’s where I went for the rest of my fabric-cutting needs.

One problem I had with the pattern, which was fortunately an easy fix: I’m 6’0″, my brother is 6’5″ and the patterns were cut for people who are decidedly not….that.

I measured the pattern against my height and his and added some length to the hem of the robe and to the sleeves. The result was a robe that was definitely long enough, but also so…much…fabric. Seriously, who needs arm day at the gym when you’re lugging that much wool from room to room?

This is maybe half the fabric for one of the robes.

Once I had all the pieces I needed, it was time to start actually sticking them together, this time without a kindly grandmother talking me through the whole thing. So of course, my machine has to go and start doing shit like this:


Once it was fixed (still don’t know what the problem was, my mom fiddled with it for a second then everything started working just fine), I began the process of sticking each individual piece together.

The basic “frame” of the robe was fairly simple to assemble. But once I had to stitch up the sides and close the sleeves I was basically wrestling with large amounts of fabric that I couldn’t hold or pin in any tidy way, starting to understand why people use dress forms. But because I don’t have one, I chose to use the next best thing: my little brother

Well, “little” brother

Assembling the rough robe and adding the hood, despite the challenges I just mentioned, actually wound up being the easiest part of the whole process.

I was actually surprised at how seamless (hah) a process it was to sew the long portions of the robe together. I was fully expecting to have to undo and redo large chunks of it, but that never happened.

Me, wearing the unfinished version

“Well”, I think to myself. “If putting the big parts together was that easy, how hard could the finishing touches be?”

I can hear experienced sewers laughing from here.

I mean, sure the little stuff, like hiding the raw edge on the sleeves went fine.

The hemming tape I wanted to use didn’t work out for my fabric, but stitching the hem was actually more straightforward, so I didn’t mind that.

Adding the neck binding to the hood came with the unexpected side effect of poking myself in the fingers with pins so many times that trying to peel a clementine later that day resulted in some mild screaming and many tears.

But the biggest complication/problem came when I shattered the needle on my machine not once, but twice.

Also pictured in the background: Netflix holiday classic “A Christmas Prince”

It could have been worse, I spent about 20 minutes thinking the entire machine was broken and that I would have to buy a new one.

Apparently 6 layers of wool is simply too thick to stitch through with a machine.

Also it apparently takes 2 shattered needles for me to realize this.

The final product is far from perfect. The inside has a lot of dangling threads and little bits of wool poking around where they shouldn’t. But you know what? It’s a start, I made it with very little help and I’m pretty damn proud of the end result:

Not pictured: the pew pew noises I was definitely making while swinging my saber around

Learning to Sew – May the Force be with me

Whenever I go to a convention, or some kind of fan event, or even when I see people posting about them on social media, I always admire the cosplay.

My approach to cosplay as usually been a little more “free-form”, rather than screen-accurate. Take, for example my “Hogwarts Student”, which I love wearing whenever I can

I can’t remember what exactly motivated me to step it up from this to something alittle more screen-accurate (and a lot more labour intensive). But this past summer, I bought myself a vest pattern so I could make Rey’s Ach-To outfit from The Last Jedi for Halloween.

There was just one problem. I had no idea where to start. I had never used a pattern, I had a vague idea how sewing machines worked, I didn’t know what a bobbin or interfacing was. My biggest rookie mistake was buying my pattern based on dress size rather than measurements. It wasn’t until I got back to Canada, where they no longer carry Simplicity patterns that I realized I needed the next size up. One online order later, I now had 2 versions of the same pattern, only one of which was usable, but as least I was ready to go! Or was I?

The cutting directions made a little sense, but not enough that I felt confident enough to start. And what are all these words they’re using in the instructions? Baste? Slip-stitch? I could probably just Google it but I had now left this so long that if I didn’t get it together soon I was going to find myself celebrating Halloween with no costume to speak of.

Lost and confused, I called in the big guns: my cousins grandmother.

Over 4 days, in sessions from 2-8 hours she helped me take an indecipherable pattern and make something wearable out of it, making sure I did most of the work myself. By the time she sent me away, 2 days before the Halloween party, I was pretty confident in my new skills, and feeling ready to take on a new challenge.

When buying my vest pattern, I remembered that before the release of The Force Awakens my brother and I had talked about going to the movie dressed in full Jedi robes.

It didn’t happen then, nor did it happen at any subsequent Star Wars movie.

But with the Skywalker Saga coming to an end this December, I figured if we were ever going to do that, now is definitely the time. So I bought the entire bolt of Coffee Brown wool from Fabricland, dug out the other pattern I bought on my trip to the States, and set out to make not one but two robes in time for the Rise of Skywalker premiere.

My initial thought was to include that process in this post. But as I took notes on what I wanted to include, the list started to get longer and longer. So stay tuned for this weekend for a more detailed look at that particular adventure. May the Force Be With You!

Writing Wednesdays

If you know me at all, you know there’s nothing I like better than a schedule.

So from now on, Wednesdays posts will be writing focused. I am lucky enough to have a job that allows me time in the mornings to work on my own projects, and I am going to keep myself accountable and on top of my work (instead of online shopping for the 3rd time this morning) by reporting back here.

That said, where am I now? I’ve just finished the first draft of a pilot, which of course now means my head is absolutely flooded with ideas for completely unrelated projects. I’m telling myself that I have to get through the next draft of the pilot before I’m allowed to touch any of those ideas but they’re just…so…tempting… *sigh* maybe just one little outline? NO! Focus!

On that note, more updates soon. But for now, this script won’t edit itself (sadly).

I hate running

I have never liked running, but I do it anyway.

Back in high school, in a drama class assignment, we had to memorize and present a comedic monologue. A friend of mine chose one about a woman trying to get her life together by exercising more. The one line I’ll never forget is when she said that her attempt at running left her “in a ditch, coughing out my kidney”. It’s been years, and this line is still pretty damn relatable.

So with that in mind, why do I bother running? Surely there’s something else I could be doing instead? Something that doesn’t make me contemplate every choice I have ever made in life and wonder how those choices got me to this point, huffing and puffing in drizzly, early-morning near-freezing temperatures. Nodding and smiling at my neighbours like “this is fine, please don’t call the paramedics, my face is always this red”.

The reason is this: over the summer, in a fit of overconfidence in my own ability, I signed up to run a 5K this coming spring. That may not sound like much to people who run regularly, but I’ve never run consistently outside of gym class. I alternate between thinking that the distance is “nothing at all, no sweat, it’s fine”, and “oh no what have I done?”.

The run is far away enough that I have enough time to train myself. This is all going to seem so funny by this time next year, when I’ve signed up for a 10K or something equally out of character. For now, I do have some stuff to look forward to, beyond the athletic achievement of it all. A friend of mine is coming with me to cheer me on, and we’re even making a little trip out of it!

So from now till then….wish me luck!

Welcome to the blog!

Not gonna lie, I’m a little scared.

It’s not the writing itself that’s got me scared. That part is fine.

It’s remembering to update this semi-regularly. I’ve started and abandoned blogs before, so I’m hoping by putting this out there I’ll keep myself accountable (watch me abandon this in 2 weeks HA)

But in the meantime, speaking of scary, Happy Halloween! I love a good holiday, and any opportunity to dress up!

That’s General Organa, to you

Honestly, I don’t love the scary side of this particular holiday. Like you will NEVER see me at any of the haunted maze things. I’m more into the cutesy-spooky side, and I love the opportunity to dress up. This tendency is only going to get worse since I’ve recently discovered a love of making my own costumes, like my Rey costume from this past weekend:

But that’s a topic for another post!

In the meantime, welcome readers! The last time I had a blog (well…a blog I updated more than twice that is) was so long ago, I’ve kind of forgotten how all this webpage format stuff goes. So if something looks a little off, it may take some time, but it’ll get fixed! Don’t judge me!