There's only so much inspirational images you can look at before you reach maximum interior porn saturation without having to actually do something to alleviate your frustration. Which is to say I've been feeling - *gulp* - crafty lately. I KNOW! I know.
But now I have an actual sewing machine. In my possession.
I haven't sewn anything since I was 14 when I used to alter my clothes (for the worse). I don't know why I did considering everything I wore back then came from the men's department of the thrift store but I guess I wanted to appear even more awkward and unattractive than my dark lip liner and poser attitude made me.
I think there's a bobbin involved but I don't remember. Sigh...
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I wish I could DIY everything else in that room but I should start small. And go light on the ric rac.
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Hhmm... could I craft something with more goldiness??
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A Thanksgiving guest actually commented that my coffee table is the perfect size table for 'grudge fucking.' I was going to say it's the perfect size for intense crafting projects like sewing wonky pillows but I obviously need to open my mind up to other possibilities.
Unfortunately, I hold grudges with about as much skill as sewing straight seams. I should work on that skill as part of my winter continuing education program here at the ModSauce Ranch Community College because grudge fucking sounds way more satisfying than fucking up pillows and canvases.
If I earn a grudge-fucking credit I probably won't tell you about it. But be prepared for all my sad art and pillows to be featured IN DEPTH!
You know you want it.