ARGHHHH! I can't sew anymore - what was I thinking?
My house is a mess. There are stacks of things waiting to put away on every horizontal surface (except the grand piano, duh). And there is dirt everywhere; real dirt, not pretend "oh, don't look at my house it's such a mess" dirt. We ate out for 4 days until I finally bought groceries. My bedding plants are still in their little plastic squares drying out.
Why? Because I'm sewing, yes I am. I had forgotten how sewing takes over my whole life and I can't think of anything until the project is finished. I almost forgot about Mother's Day and I'm the mother, for crying out loud.
And here's the best part. My sewing now officially stinks. I've sewn 4 out of 5 pants so far. I've altered the pattern 3 times and need to do it again. Each time the pants fit wrong and I think I can fix it. The last pair were close, but no cigar. I've changed the leg 3 times and now need to create a facing, as hemming is no longer a possibility as I have hacked off any hope of a hem. When I'm done the next pair, I need to go back and completely remake the first pair.
Sometime before I die there will be a picture on this blog of the 5 pairs of pants I made that fit me perfectly. I swear.
1 comment:
It's so good to read your honest and open blogs. Glad to know I am not the only one who gets caught up in a project and lets the house and meals go to pot! Admire your commitment to be real, helps us all be more real too. Love ya! Jacki
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