Hello. Long weekends kinda rock, even if the current one is officially over. Oh well. I was very productive this weekend though. Hahahahahahahahahaha. That basically summed up my weekend. Hahahahahahahahaha. Hahahahahahahaha. On Saturday, I went ahead and bought a sewing machine. It was on sale (apparently marked down from 499$ to 199$ – but they lied), and I had made myself believe that I really need one. I had quite enough of my slow distracted stitching, and there was no place in crafty heaven for people who keep cursing while sewing anyway. I also convinced myself that most of my to-do sewing projects won’t be fulfilled without a sewing machine, which I guess is partly true because chances are I would had stabbed myself and bled to insanity before I make myself anything. It was easy choosing between insanity and otherwise, I must admit.

Anyway, after an extremely thorough planning in my head, I started sewing myself a skirt yesterday night. Which I did, eventually, after about six hours and two failed attempts. I took a break at 3 a.m. to watch a rerun of Project Runway (if they could make a garment out of car parts, I must surely be able to sew a skirt out of 4000 yards of fabric) and eat instant noodles (is it me, or has the taste of Maggi Mee noodles changed?). The first two attempts became attempts, because 1. I under-measured the width, conveniently forgetting that despite their almost non-existence, my hips still do exist; 2. I sewed the wrong sides of the fabric together. Woohoo. So, while watching whats-his-name get kicked off, and deservedly so, off the show, I cut up more fabric and reviewed my process (ok, watch how hard you work the foot pedal. Slow is good. Slow is good). After the show, I proceeded with my new patient demeanor and began sewing a third piece. Well, it worked:

Yay! Was quite relieved to get it done. At least it was evidence that I wasn’t entirely hopeless. Truthfully, the construction/execution was a mess. The stitching on the hem doesn’t quite match up. The waistband is a tad too loose. It is too short, too tight etc, but I don’t really care. Technically, it is a skirt. Sewn by yours truly. Facts rock.

Spurred on by yesterday’s semi-success, I tried making the same skirt in a different fabric a few hours ago. And that worked out too, though I now have an empirical idea of how hot an iron can get! Hahaha! At the very least, this skirt was longer and I didn’t have to will my hips into disappearing before I could put it on. So obviously, I now have grandiose ideas of making my own dress next. Ahh. I can also now pretend to look at dresses and mentally deconstruct them. Imagination is so fun.

(Hmm, for some reason, I smell hash browns. I guess/hope that it is probably the brothers fixing a midnight snack. I will probably dream of hash browns later, which will not be good because I don’t exactly like them. Except if they are bite-size. I like my foods small and cute and button-like.)