I can see how this sewing thing is addicting. I just finished my second project--a bag for my yoga mat--I'm already itching to start another. I'm quite proud of my bag, it's something I designed myself. Sort of a long tube of fabric with a bit of stitching across one point to stop my mat from sliding all the way down, grommets on either end and a carabiner to hold it all together so I can sling it across my shoulder and go bounding off to a yoga class, should the urge take me. The grommets were quite perplexing until I realised the instructions were serious when they said to lay the tiny anvil on a slab of concrete, so I left off banging away in my living room (take THAT, tiny running-around terrors with your horrible tween music!) and finished the deed on the threshold in our kitchen. Ta-da.
It's a cold, rainy, miserable day today--as it's been for several weeks, but today is especially nasty, since we've had rain on and off, and I'm loathe to leave the premises, since I might go when it's not raining, only to come out again in a thundershower. Yes, thunder. God bless the Midwest. Today was meant to be a Day of Beauty, since I was planning on giving myself a pedicure and getting my hair cut, but on the way home from the salon I stopped and bought a copy of "B*tch" magazine and now I need to do my taxes. Say rather a day of beauty and brains. What can I say? Some girls have it all.
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Hmmm...grommets...so cathartic.
No, this is the lost and found issue. I haven't been to the feminist book store down the street for awhile. :)
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