Eventually, I'll have better balance, and I would have it faster if my home life wasn't such shit right now.

Moving is going to take several weeks.

From now until like new years is the most dangerous time to be on the road.

I've seen some wild wild shit since the clocks changed over.

Something changes with people night driving lol.

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If i were to do this project, I would measure my own legs and scale and utilize their graphic design team to confirm to avoid material/money waste.

Oh, this makes it a lot easier! Find your garment dimensions for the blank inseam, measure your own inseam with a similar fit legging, scale to your design file.
Whenever I've worked with print on demand services, I've used Printful chat support and their advice was always really good.

I hope you get proper answers but the layout of this particular pattern isnt amazing. Youre going to have significant loss/changes based on the size of the legging purchased by the customer. This means if you have critical features outside of those blue lines, somebody in a xs wont get them.

Oh my lanta these are gorgeous!!!!!!!

therapy also made me realize that I dont introduce myself as an artist anymore and that made me kind of sad

I only kinda do dailies and some minor things, i dont really have the energy to do much else on here but uh yeah

50 pls

Also, I should stress that I'm still with my partner, I am just not okay with forcing him to choose anybody, but I am personally unwilling to take the abuse from his dad.

Anyways that's my big post about things happening in my life.

Things are shit. Not sure what else to do.

It's gotten significantly worse since I started working, and I dread walking in the door to my house after work because he takes advantage of me walking into the house to just blast me with bullshit.

It's getting out of hand, and I've got therapy booked and trying to find a different temporary living situation for myself since that's the only thing I have any control over in the house.

He has untreated ocd and he is a fucking menace in our house. Last week, he told me I was killing him, and it'd be my fault if he died because I genuinely forgot a cup of juice on the counter. His last wife divorced him over a mug in the sink.

He just rots at the kitchen table all day and nags or blasts both the tv at 11 with a laptop going with freedom auditors for the US (we are Canadian????) And spouting dumb bullshit.

He doesnt sleep in his bed. He sleeps on the couch. In the open concept living space.

If anybody desires to own an ovary I am very much willing to take mine out with a fork and throw it at you to have. Its only extremely defective and covered in endometriosis :')

Fuuuuuck