Seamstress' Are Mathematicians

This morning I woke up thinking - "I would sure like to SEW something." And I had something already in mind and so I took out my sweet seafoamy blue jersey knit, a sweater that I liked the shape of and set to making a pattern.

I thought it was all going fine until I had nearly all of the pieces together and realize that somewhere I had forgotten something, though what exactly I couldn't tell. All I knew is the the shoulders somehow had ended up near my armpits and it didn't have a neckline. At all.

Oh well, I thought merrily, I will finish the sleeves and then figure this mess out.

And so I did (not after the bobbin jammed and subsequently ran out of thread, of course). I turned the sleeve right side out so examine it only to find I had sewn it wrong side out. YES. I AM AMAZING.

Then I thought, Oh hell, I've wasted the whole day I may as well try to salvage it. Really, I just needed a little bit here and a tiny piece there. It could be fixed, I was determined.

And then I attached BOTH THE SLEEVES wrong side out to the garment. And I swear to you people I really thought hard when I pinned it together. Oh well, I "finished" it and it needs some help still. I intend to add and subtract bits here and there until it looks a bit less... lopsided.


Honestly, I like to think of it as the perfect metaphor for my life. Try a thing, hack at it until I make it work, if it sucks try something else. It's not terribly poetic, I guess but, alas, it is me.


In other news, it's fall here which means the light is shifting, absorbed in bowls of fruit - happy and warm.