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Some days, I get excited about finishing a dress, or rebuilding a pattern, or devising a crafty way of altering a jacket sleeve.
Today, I was proud of myself for sewing a button.
Yup. A button. Just the one.
I sewed 8 others, of course, but act of sewing buttons (to say nothing of buttonholes!) took pretty much all I had to give. And occasionally possessed technology (Bernett 80e, I'm looking at you with your cracked out buttonholing methods and random backstitching) didn't help at all.
Perhaps tomorrow I will successfully built a hat. Today, I will remain contented with buttons.
ETA: Of course. Tomorrow, I will not build a hat because tomorrow, I will work a matinée and an evening performance of Da. Perhaps I will build a hat on Thursday.
Today, I was proud of myself for sewing a button.
Yup. A button. Just the one.
I sewed 8 others, of course, but act of sewing buttons (to say nothing of buttonholes!) took pretty much all I had to give. And occasionally possessed technology (Bernett 80e, I'm looking at you with your cracked out buttonholing methods and random backstitching) didn't help at all.
Perhaps tomorrow I will successfully built a hat. Today, I will remain contented with buttons.
ETA: Of course. Tomorrow, I will not build a hat because tomorrow, I will work a matinée and an evening performance of Da. Perhaps I will build a hat on Thursday.