I didn't forget you this week, reader, don't worry.
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I did sew for roughly 7 hours yesterday, though. Which isn't as wild as it sounds, considering that by "sew" I mean, sewing, serging, ironing, changing thread, sewing, pulling ends through & tying them off, changing thread, sewing... it goes on. Oh, and seam ripping because I skimped on thread, and as a result, my bobbin wasn't wound consistently (my machine also likely needs servicing), so there was a moment where over 1/2 a spool of top stitching thread was on the wrong side of my garment in the form of 1" long loops. Loads of fun were had, genuinely. I'd rather be frustrated with a project than the general frustration that comes with being alive in today's day and age.
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I mention this because I had every intention on finishing said garment (a pair of pants that i have made another pair of previously and liked enough to make a second go in a different size with some really lovely butter yellow fabric.) today, and I sat down to do so, I even made some progress, made the initial attachment of the waistband, even basted, but need to adjust. It frustrated me in a different way than my loopy topstitch. I knew I needed to stop; there's no point in finishing something through frustration. Truth be told, when I stopped last night, I was already a little miffed because somehow one of the pant legs wasn't lining up at the ankle while lining up at the waist and vice versa. Luckily, I think I know how I will approach this. Regardless, a task to be picked up later. The pants don't have a deadline as this newsletter does. Although I was the one to impose a deadline on this, therefore, in theory, I should be able to impose a deadline on my new pants.
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That's a fun (read not fun) quirk of mine. I set out to do things, and then don't. Speaking of being frustrat(ing)ed. I'm self-aware enough to know how detrimental this is and understand that it's a boundary issue at its core. No need to overly psychoanalyze here, though, there are therapists reading. Yes, multiple.
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It is embarrassing, though, and not the "everyone's looking at me, I'm blushing" kind of embarrassment, no. Retrospective embarrassment. Which, personally, I think is much worse. People eventually look away, and the blood leaves. Retrospective embarrassment can get you time and time again, especially with repeated behavior. A certified doozy.
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Interestingly enough, I am currently capable of instilling future guilt, but not embarrassment. Quite fascinating because they both require being uncomfortable at times. Most things require being uncomfortable at some point or another. At least, in my experience.
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I'm rather excited to finish these pants after I give myself a cooling period. My idea to combat the mismatched length is to use a facing. I recently did one on a dress I drafted, so it should be a non-issue, except the part where my pants are so lovely and top-stitched, so hmm.. I'll have to chop them, so adding a facing will prevent me from losing much length, but it takes a smidge away from how beautifully finished they are. Time will tell. For now, I can confirm that I'm incredibly curious about how the warp(?) happened, though. I'm overly specific about my fabric being aligned properly when cutting out my pattern.
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Some thoughts on sewing, and only a little bit of trying to justify my character flaws by admitting my awareness of them. sigh
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Happy Memorial Day. I got a really bad haircut on Memorial Day 2024, but the rest of the evening was really great. I hope even if something bad happens, there's something really great on the other side.
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