Weekend blues
Oct. 26th, 2003 08:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
blodeueddThe reason I do my laundry every two weeks is that I have a two-week supply of socks I can wear to work. This weekend, I astounded myself and, instead of doing my laundry like a good girl, I...
... bought more socks.
However, there was a good reason for that, namely that I desperately wanted to finish my Hallowe'en costume this weekend, at least the parts that required a sewing machine. So I spent yesterday afternoon and a good part of today at my parents' house, sewing up a storm. The result is a dress that would do the Miss Bennets proud, though I'm sure Lydia would be horrified at the lack of trim. Never fear, that I will sew by hand over the course of the week.
Unfortunately, I'm too tired to even feel very proud of myself. Perhaps it's because I haven't actually finished it and because I'm very annoyed that I haven't been able to find a suitably-coloured ribbon for the waist, but I feel more drained than elated, the way I usually feel at the end of a sewing project.
On the other hand, my two recent trips to Bouclair yielded some very nice material and cheap patterns (good thing they were on sale, patterns are normally revoltingly expensive), not to mention the burning desire for a sewing machine of my own. Guess what I'm giving myself for Christmas?
For the time being, I'll have to be satisfied with the rice cooker that G's mother so kindly gave me.
... bought more socks.
However, there was a good reason for that, namely that I desperately wanted to finish my Hallowe'en costume this weekend, at least the parts that required a sewing machine. So I spent yesterday afternoon and a good part of today at my parents' house, sewing up a storm. The result is a dress that would do the Miss Bennets proud, though I'm sure Lydia would be horrified at the lack of trim. Never fear, that I will sew by hand over the course of the week.
Unfortunately, I'm too tired to even feel very proud of myself. Perhaps it's because I haven't actually finished it and because I'm very annoyed that I haven't been able to find a suitably-coloured ribbon for the waist, but I feel more drained than elated, the way I usually feel at the end of a sewing project.
On the other hand, my two recent trips to Bouclair yielded some very nice material and cheap patterns (good thing they were on sale, patterns are normally revoltingly expensive), not to mention the burning desire for a sewing machine of my own. Guess what I'm giving myself for Christmas?
For the time being, I'll have to be satisfied with the rice cooker that G's mother so kindly gave me.
