Now Playing: the rapidly approaching Whaaaaambulance.
Current Mood : Whiny
I admit it. I blew off sewing the rough draft robe today. I just wasn't into it, and the small mountain of clean laundry was bellowing at me to be put away. It was even louder than the crowd of dirty dishes in the kitchen. Did three more loads of laundry while that was going on. How such a small family like ours generates at least a load every day continues to astound me.
I know why I just couldn't bring myself to sew. I'm nervous and a bit scared. I mean, I sew myself a blouse, I know there's thirty errors in it, but it's mine and I can deal. Even if I completely boot it, it's three hours and maybe two yards of (markdown/second hand/sale/clearance/recycled/cheap and crappy) material. I'm really not comfortable sewing for anyone else. And while the material for the rough draft robe and the final version one weren't expensive, it is someone else's money, and I don't wanna have to replace it. So I sort of locked up, and decided to give myself a day.
Evidently BIL is a bit worried I won't have either done in time, because he called yesterday. So I'm rebelling against that, too. I told him I hoped to have it finished tomorrow, but it's doubtful. I want to do a good job, and I want to keep my long-ago promise...but blast it, this is all getting on my nerves. If it takes me six bloody months to sew the blasted thing, so be it. It's not like I'm getting paid here. I'm being nice. And I'm kind of tired of feeling put-upon and pushed into making two of these things instead of one.
But once it's done, I'll be d@mn glad. And I can't wait to sew for just me and my dolls again.
