So, I traced a pattern from my Japanese book.
Knowing it was meant to made in a woven, I chose a knit.
A knit which had previously proved disastrous in not one but two other garments.
Knowing that my machine hates and fears twin needle sewing, I threaded a twin needle.
Knowing that baby would soon wake up, I sewed recklessly against the clock.
Did I not listen to myself at all last week?
The machine ate my fabric, and the needle too.
It was just what I deserved.
Time for some sewing rehab.
Patiently, and with care.
Been there, done that!
ReplyDeleteMother said there would be days like this!
ReplyDeleteOh, no, Catherine! Sounds way too familiar, really.....
ReplyDeleteOoh, I feel your pain! I keep chocolate in the pantry for occasions just like this
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