Thursday, November 12, 2009
Those of you who know me best know I kicked and screamed and refused upon all refusals to ever, ever, EVER be a facebookie. And I resisted for quite some time. Then after some arm twisting from a very adorable friend I joined the 21st century and became a facebookie. It was a year long affair of never changing my profile picture, changing my status 12 times, and ignoring every blasted game request anyone sent me.
Then one morning I woke up and said "Goodbye facebookie self." For nearly five months I was facebookless. I can tell you it had it's pros and it's cons. I no longer watched people's statuses switch from "single" to "in a relationship" like stocks on the Nasdaq, but I did feel ever so slightly disconnected. I missed mission calls, budding romances, all my childrenesque break-ups, and many other necessary evils of being 20 and single. There were days I said to myself "Maybe I could be a less uninteresting version of my former facebookie self? Perhaps?"
This Tuesday at yoga a lovely friend said "We need to be facebook friends. So, when you move we can still talk." I told her I was no facebookie and she was very sad. And finally I thought, "Gee, I suppose I will miss all my little dearlings from STG." So once again a charming friend coaxed me into coming back to the 21st century. Thank you friends who are constantly pulling me back into the modern world. Huzzah for facebookies!
Monday, November 9, 2009
Thursday was one of those days. You know the kind I'm talking about. One of those days when you want to watch reruns of the Cosby show and down a pint of Ben and Jerry's. Instead I had to go to work and then school. Boo! For my beginner sewing class we had an assignment to sew a machine buttonhole. This seems simple enough, right? Well, it was for everyone but myself.
You see it was one of those days.
I went to my machine threaded it, and sewed two pieces of a jersey knit together, fused interfacing to the back of one of them and finally sat down to sew the buttonhole. My machine insisted on a sewing a lumpy mess of thread. Again I attempted. This time I could see the beginnings of a buttonhole, until once again disaster struck and another lumpy mess appeared on my swatch of pink jersey. This went on for 5 more attempts. 5! By this time my classmates were already working on their other projects. And I'm pretty sure steam was gushing from my ears. I decided this required the help of a professional so I asked my instructor to show me exactly why my machine thought buttonhole meant loopy, lumpy mess. She came over and attempted to sew a buttonhole, and you know what? It worked! Apparently I didn't have the bottom swatch in place. But by this time my interfacing was far from usable so I needed to fuse a new piece on.... There was no interfacing in sight, however. Again my ears began to steam like a choo-choo. And by this time there was a line with girls waiting to ask the instructor questions about their projects.
There I stood thinking about the stupidity of buttonholes. And then something caught my eye there sitting in all it's beautiful splendor was a lovely four inch square of fusible interfacing. It looked like manna from the heavens themselves.I snatched it up and fused it to my jersey swatch, sat down at my machine and sewed a nearly perfect buttonhole.
I wish I could thank whoever it was that dropped that interfacing. So, I'm sending this out into the universe in hopes that it gets to you, interfacing-dropper, Thank you for making my day!
Monday, November 2, 2009
This blog was started for an English class and served me dutifully for a whole semester. However, once the semester ended I abandoned this little blog and it has since sat lonely and sad waiting to be a bloggin' again. I have recently decided that I miss having this little corner of the world to air out my thoughts. It's necessary to air out one's thoughts. Like laundry, or your car after someone eats a burrito in it. Anyway, this little blog has been officially revived. Huzzah!