|C in the middle of teething hell|
In the past week I have:
1. Cut out a knit garment with the stretch running the wrong way.
2. Cut a hole in a nearly completed garment when trimming a seam.
3. Sewn pieces right-sides together when they were supposed to be sewn wrong-sides together.
4. Sewn pieces together upside down and only figured out my mistake after trimming the seam (ugh!).
5. Fused interfacing to the wrong side of cloth.
6. Lost pattern pieces in the middle of a sewing project.
I had big plans to spend this weekend preparing for KCW but instead I've spent the majority of my time ripping things apart and attempting to put them back together. It's been slightly maddening because there's nothing like wasting precious free time when you have so little of it.
The silver lining in all of this though is that I've been able to spend a great deal of time coming up with new sewing-related cuss words for when things go wrong.
My new favorite? Mother pucker!
<<<< I just want to add that I know that this post is slightly flip and perhaps even obnoxious given the events of this last week. My complaining endlessly about sewing is not meant to downplay what's occurred and my thoughts are with the people of Boston and their loved ones. I'm just incredibly saddened by the whole situation. May our problems always be as simple as a seam sewn inside out. With love, Carolyn. >>>>