So, luckily, there were nice things about my weekend. Friday evening, the man and I went to Gargoyle’s in Davis for a burger and drinks and then went to the Somerville Theater to see Sherlock Holmes (the first movie I’ve seen in a theater in over 2 years!). It was a fun movie, though RD Jr. does mumble the English a bit. Lots of action and explosions, which I KNOW are not true to the original spirit of Holmes, but I never actually read any of those stories, so it was still cool. Then we walked home in the snow and while I felt the cold I was comforted by the love.
Saturday he left early for skiing, so I modeled in the morning and then went for groceries. I made soup (yum!) except I put too much pasta in it so most of the liquid was completely absorbed… D’oh. I feel like I accomplished more than making soup, but I’m coming up with NO memories of the rest of the day, so maybe I gave myself some drugs? Or turned into Ms. Hyde? It’s an X-File, for shiz.
Sunday I shared a lovely breakfast with A and then drove her to work. I came home and worked on my BRAND. NEW. SEWING. MACHINE. I hemmed a dress-turned-shirt. Weeeee. After that I did some more house-keeping-y things and baked bread and made dinner for the man. We watched a movie (Eastern Promises – Viggo shows his junk!) and went to bed and now here I am! Writing this!
Here are some pictures of me, with J lending much moral support in the first moments of sewing machine-owning and figuring out…
Here I am threading that motherfucking bobbin like it ain’t no thing! Unh! Yeah! Look, Mom: no hands!
And here I am showing that damn dishcloth who can make a practice seam! Me! That’s who! Seventh grade Home-Ec style! (Obviously, this seam was only made possible by the healing power of red wine, and the inspiration provided by a simple lightbulb...)
I am helping! …Any treats in here for me??
3 comments:
hooray for sewing machines. also, here's a tip. keep the red wine on a different table than the one you're sewing at. spilling stuff on your fabric and sewing machine will really ruin your day. trust me.
Think you're ready to sew a wedding dress for me?!
PS: I recently asked a friend here who owns a sewing machine, if she could do a "small project" for me. Her response was "Do you want me to make your wedding dress for you?!" No, honey, no. I simply need a minor adjustment to my scrubs (which are seriously the simplest garments in existance).
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