I just got done submitting a job application that took a full work day to complete. I mean it wrung me out, jack. I'm a little dazed, but I think I can recover well enough to put in some sewing time. What I want is to feel the hum of a machine while I feed the fabric through; I want to see perfect stitches line up, one behind the other. What I'll probably get is tennis elbow from all the cutting I have to do, and by the time I'm done, it'll be beddie-bye. But no worries. What's cut tonight will be sewn tomorrow.
I've been wanting a brown corduroy tote bag ever since the one I made and gave to Naiomi, Schmin's ex- -- that's right, ex- -- girlfriend. I also want to make a couple of corduroy a-line skirts, but I'm about to open up a can of whup ass on my winter pounds, and I don't want to make skirts that turn out to be too big when I'm all svelte again. (Not that they won't be perfectly suited for next winter, when the poundage returns.)
These are some of the materials I'm thinking of using tonight.
I just love stacks of fabric. Don't you?