Monday, February 11, 2008
Sewing Class: The Final Chapter
It's done. I feel like I've just given birth. Blood, sweat, tears, caffiene, swearing, and some Tylenol (to be honest, I had much more than a Tylenol while giving birth).
Bad me--I didn't do my homework. I was supposed to pull out stitches and re-pin the bottom. So sue me. I had a new car to play with this week. So my punishment was not to write "I will not neglect my Singer to play with shiny new toys" 100 times but nooooo, something much worse. I had to iron. I don't iron at home and there are very good reasons I don't and shouldn't according to the Orange, Texas fire chief. Irons were the inventions by masochists. But I ironed Saturday. Ick. Yuck. Hot and burned fingers.
I soon learned the seam ripper is my best friend and corners are evil. But I received my certificate and was encouraged to sign up for the next class. Clothes. I don't think so. That would mean I have to measure myself and I don't want that kind of depression.
And so Frankenstein's Redneck Tote is done. And it doesn't look too bad. The lining is a cheerful array of bugs. Maybe Igor from Dracula should tote this around instead of Frankenstein. Well, any well dressed monster would be proud to shoulder this fashionable accessory.
Posted by Christy at 7:40 AM