How did it change from March 9 to April 9 so quickly? My junior year of college = over. Granted, I still have my two incompletes from first semester to finish..... thank God for the neverending patience of some of the professors here.
I would like to present a brief monologue based on my sewing machine adventures.
"A long, long time ago (anybody else want to sing some Don McLean with me? Anyone? No? Ok...), probably in another universe, Ashley, one of the loves of my life, gave me a sweet ass purse. That she had sewn herself. I thought this was a pretty freaking amazing gift. And it inspired me. I, too, wanted to know the mysteries of sewing. I lugged my mom's sewing machine out of a closet and forced her to give me direction. I started small, with a few bags, a scarf, and worked my way up to a legitimate blanket. My mind raced with ideas. That $$$$ shirt I saw in a magazine? Oh yeah, I can make that, no sweat. Then, I took it to the next level. I got my OWN sewing machine. I opened up the box, I read the instructions, I plugged it in, I threaded the top thread and the bobbin, and I placed my foot on the pedal. My wonderful moment of using my own sewing machine was ruined when the needle immediately quit working its up-down magic.
I undid the whole tangled mess of thread and caught fabric, rethreaded everything, and it happened again. Somehow, the top thread was getting wound around the metal parts holding the bobbin in place. Over and over, I threaded and rethreaded. I called my mom, I stomped around the room, I hurled obscenities. To no avail. My sewing machine refuses to work, and sits in a nearby corner on the lovely little table I got just for it, taunting me. Can someone please fix this so my dreams can live again? Otherwise, I can't sew until I go home, when my mom can fiddle with the machine herself and, fingers crossed, make it do what I tell it to do."
That's my monologue. Other than that, I just finished typing a concert report. I have only one more assignment due for Theory, and I am DONE forever with this semester. My cat is curled up on the back of the sofa, behind me, looking completely adorable. I wonder how I lived so long without her. I should get another digital camera, so I can take pictures of her and post them and you can all ooo and ahhhh over her.