Note: before reading this post, just so you know, all things in fancy brackets are the REAL me coming out.
Tim got me a sewing machine for Christmas… per my request.
{WHAT WAS I THINKING?!?}
I decided to start on my first project last week while people were sick, etc.
{WHAT THE HELL WAS I THIKNING?!?!}
It didn’t go so well at first.
{gee, can’t imagine why… haven’t sewn since 1995… in a classroom with a teacher and a seem ripper fused to my arm}
I’m kinda flying by the seat of my pants on this one and if K ends up being able to wear this dress outside the house it will be nothing short of a miracle.
{ANYONE want to come HELP me?!?!}
My scrap-booking desk is now a sewing {CUSSING UNDER MY BREATH} desk.
It kinda looks like a dress, no? (straps will be turned the right way when finished. Or they SHOULD be anyway…)
{please pray for me as I try to finish it…}
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