Modesty

A weird adjustment to working is dressing for work. I find myself getting quite sick of wearing the same things all the time, but still wearing them all the same, stuck as to what I should be wearing. I try and look at what the other woman in the office are wearing but their styles vary so widely that it’s not actually that helpful. If there is one thing that strikes me as the common theme: modesty. I was told about the importance of this in engineering before I started working as an engineer, but you can really see it in the office – dresses and skirts are just above the knee or below, no one wears very high heels, no one wears heavy makeup, bare arms and low necklines are also out.

I’ve always thought I dressed fairly modestly. I like my t-shirts to come right to the neck both front and back, I don’t wear v-necks and I button up all my shirts right to the top. Yet, I miss wearing shorts and miniskirts. I’ve always hated midi skirts, and preferred shorter a-line skirts. I feel so frumpy in an a-line midi though, that I’m left with stretchy pencil skirts only. I become very aware of my figure, in these new tighter, but longer, skirts. Heck, I really miss slouchy clothes. I used to live in loose fitting clothes, hating the feel of material against my sensitive skin, hating my figure and wanting to hide it. My office isn’t formal, but turning up in jeans, a baggy sweater and a mens hoody is, obviously, not acceptable. Suddenly, half my wardrobe is sitting unused because what chance do I have to wear it anymore? I have to keep buying more clothes even though I’ve already got clothes, simply because so much of what I have is not appropriate for every day anymore. Thankfully my office isn’t formal, so I don’t need to wear suits or shirts or heels, on the flipside I then also find myself worrying about looking too dressy. If I wear a dress, or an a-line midi skirt, will I look too done up?

The singular a-line midi I own is clearly haunting me. I want to wear it but I’m totally afraid to. I don’t feel quite ready to take “risks” with my office wear. I don’t want to look slouchy, but I also don’t want to look too formal. I really don’t want to stand out for the wrong reasons. Finding the balance is hard. I find myself having to learn how to dress all over – suddenly trying to work out how to wear fitted sweaters, midi skirts and of course the office staple, the cardigan. Thankfully, all my basics are still OK – all my plain t-shirts and long tops – I just need to learn to restyle them for the office. Thankfully, I am making my cotton only with a hint of viscose wardrobe work for the office environment. I’m not dressing how I like or how I feel comfortable though, and it’s hard not to feel like I’m playing dress up, and badly. It’s hard not to feel self-conscious. It’s hard not to worry about looking fat and frumpy.

I still sometimes pull on an outfit in the morning, just to take it right off again, change into something else, struggling to find something that feels right.

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My fish are still alive! Its been a challenge, as I came to realise I was woefully unprepared for this task and the pressure was on not to mess up regardless, with six tiny lives on the line. I have grown aware of the biological filter that exists in the tank, indeed everywhere. (Basically, the nitrogen cycle.) And that made me realise why a large tank was so much better. I decided to work with what I got though, still without funds to invest in a bigger tank at this moment, and set about learning how to make my fish tank a wonderful, clean place to live regardless.

First step: I  quickly got hold of a water testing kit. I then started doing small water changes every day, at which point I’d test what had come out the tank and record it. At the end of the week I’d log the values into a spreadsheet, and these then got transfered to a graph. I could make sure no values were at dangerous levels. And I could  compare this graph to one I have of the initial fish tank cycle and see how things were progressing.

Look, I’m an engineer. There had to be a spreadsheet and graphs.

I struggled, well I’m still struggling with the chemistry of all this but my sister is handily a chemist. During the first week of testing I sent my results to her to get them checked and she emailed me lots of tips. This weekend she came round to see me and she showed me how to properly prepare my test tubes for testing, carry out the test and interpret the results. It was fascinating watching my sister. This is a side of her I rarely see- serious and clever. I know my sister is those things, but around me she is, obviously, less formal. I couldn’t help but admire her. Chemistry is a foreign language that I’ve never understood even a single word of, but my sister is fluent.

These are my latest readings in the photo. Ammonia, nitrites and nitrates are all low. Finally. For a while, everything was pretty high, although not dangerously so (thankfully.) I’ve been using a mixture of boiled water and filtered water and it seems to be working. This week I’m decreasing the frequency of water changes and water testing, and the week after I want to repeat that but with more food.

Having fish is complicated and requires a surprising amount of effort. They are still adorable though. And it’s been fun investigating all this. Again, I’m an engineer. Problem solving and investigation are things I thrive on. I’m itching to develop my spreadsheet and watch my graph grow…obviously, I’m also pretty keen for my fish to stay alive and well too!

Minnows

Yesterday I overslept and took a taxi into work. The taxi driver was chatty and when he mentioned he had a four foot aquarium at home I became chatty too. The entire taxi ride we talked fish and fish care. By the time I got to work, I no longer cared I was tired, not feeling well, and hopelessly late. I let the taxi driver show me videos of his aquarium and walked slowly the last few steps into work, dreaming about having something like that.

I’ve always wanted fish, but have always been put off with the cost of the equipment, and how finicky it can be to look after them. Enough, I said to myself then. Said to myself today. You never know until you try. I went to the pet shop, and brought home five White Cloud Mountain Minnows. Spent a long time after I’d got them settled into their new home just watching them, captivated and amazed. They are adorable and a little silly…there’s just something a little silly about fish, isn’t there? I felt myself falling a little in love, even though I couldn’t tell them apart, or even which was male or female. My tank is too small technically, so I will have to save up for a bigger tank to move them to once they start to grow but for now my challenge is to keep these five, incredibly small and delicate creatures alive.

They are apparently quite hardy, suitable for low temperatures, forgiving of mistakes in water quality, and they won’t eat my marimo. I hope all these things are true.

Fingers crossed I wake up tomorow morning and still have five fish.

marimoMeet my marimo! I posted about getting them here and then never followed it up. I had a bit of trouble getting hold of them actually – they were supposed to be delivered on the weekend, but amazon tracker told me they would only come the following Monday…when I was at work. After some panic they came on Saturday anyway, and on Sunday my father came round and brought me some more he had picked up thinking I wouldn’t have any. He didn’t want my fish tank to be empty for a week until I could pick them up the next weekend. (The joys of working – packages are a Saturday only thing) (It was very sweet of my father.) Thus I ended up with 9 marimo- 3 bigger and 5 smaller. Given that they only grow about a 1mm a year, I am not optimistic about them growing to fill my fish tank anytime soon! They are smaller than I expected, but just as cute. And I’ve had them about a month now and not killed them.

I was going to post a picture here immediately after I got them but then I was filled with the sense that I’d jinx it if I did. I wanted to give myself some time to make a mess of it. In reality, moss balls are easy. I change the water every two weeks, turn the tank filter on occasionally, and am currently trying to find a way to keep them from flattening out without damaging them.

So, moss balls. Along with all my other plants, I can probably safely say I have now diverted from my goal of being a crazy cat lady, unable to pursue that due to time and landlord restrictions, and have instead turned my attentions to becoming a crazy plant lady….

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Fish tankToday after a disastrous day at work I cheered myself up with algae.

Look, it’s not quite so weird.

I am talking about marimo. They are, simply put, fluffy balls of algae. They come in a variety of sizes and grow very slowly, but can live for a long time. When I went to Hokkaido they had marimo souvenirs everywhere- key rings of them, and soft toys of them and of course, jars of them in various sizes. I even saw a huge tank of them- some the size of a small melon. It was love at first sight for me.

However it’s not like you can put a jar of algae in your luggage, let alone take it on a plane.

Fast forward two years and I have only just realised you can simply buy marimo off Amazon. My father sent me the link and I got so excited that I purchased them and there on the bus. A little reckless but I couldn’t wait. Then today I went to the pet store for a fish tank, and discovered a whole tank of “moss balls” for sale there. I don’t know if they are actually genuine marimo, but I felt a little silly.

Nonetheless I picked up the cheapest tank I could, even if it was the ugliest and was also plastic and also had the words “my first aquarium!” plastered over it childishly. I did not need anything fancy, after all. I couldn’t resist buying an ornament though- a Japanese 5 story pagoda to fit the theme. After paying I discovered the plastic bag I’d brought wasn’t big enough so had to fashion a carrier from my scarves. I got some looks on the journey home, for both the fish tank and the unusual way of carrying it. Eventually I got it home, and in one piece (myself and it, to be honest) I didn’t even wait to have supper, or even something to drink, and launched myself into setting up the tank. It was a lot fiddlier than I imagined, and I had to phone my dad, holding my laptop at awkward angles so its webcam would pick up what I needed it to.

My father knows as little about these things as myself but together we figured it out. There’s a nice home waiting for my marimo now. I just need to pick up a jug for water changing and a temporary container for my marimo to go when I need to clean the tank. Of course, I also need to receive the actual marimo.

I am taking my algae very seriously. They should be fairly tough, but I have killed a cactus before…twice. So I remain wary of my ability to keep anything living alive and well. That doesn’t stop me from being ridiculously excited about owning them. Or soon to be owning them. I wish it was Saturday already (not just for the usual reasons!)

Meanwhile, I’m sitting here listening to the buzz of the filter as I write and it’s comforting me. It reminds me of aquariums- which reminds me of being relaxed and happy, of traveling, of being with my sister. It brings up good memories and all the feelings that go with them.