Mood:
downNow Playing: Wii Sports - wherein Son just cleaned my Tennis clock...again.
Did I say I'd rather be sewing today ? Well, I rank at that, too. I'm all proud of the simple crap I make, and wonder why nobody cares. Then someone shows off their stuff, and while he/she says it's merely a trifle he/she tossed off while watching Scrubs or The Girls Next Door, it's still about 20000% better than anything I've done. And the accolades flow. Not for me. Not mine. Not that I blame anybody.
I don't know what's wrong with me. Maybe it's a Boogie carryover, it just seems as though I haven't found a niche where I really excel. Which tanks when ya realize how old I am. It just ranks when I've been sewing for about five years now, and Person Over Here pulled a rusty antique treadle Singer sewing machine out of a ditch Tuesday and yesterday began creating professional-level miniature garments from silk and taffeta that puts Fashion Royalty to shame, while I can't follow a &^%$ Simplicity pattern that was designed for an eight-year-old to use. I wonder why I keep trying.
I even have three new-to-me patterns, created during the fashion-as-fun 80s, complete and waiting to be scanned, and I paid not much more than a buck each for ‘em. The ironing board is up and waiting, but I just can't bring me to be interested.
If anyone has a three-days-dead wet trout handy, could you PLEEEZZE clout me over the head with it ? Maybe that'll trigger a reset switch in my two-volt brain so I can get out of this ridiculous self-pity mode. I'm annoying even myself, and that's pretty darn bad.
Well, there's my whaaaaambulance. I gotta go. I hope they brought that jacket with the really long sleeves, it's very slenderizing.
