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I think the sewing gods hate me......

I had great plans for last evening. I had an entire night to myself and I had visions of completed sewing projects dancing in my head.

Unfortunately I spent more time with the seam ripper. And by more time I am talking hours. Of ripping seams that I had just sewn....badly obviously.

Add a bleeding finger (compliments of a straight pin), thread breaking (repeatedly) and the bobbin running out 1 inch before the end of a seam. The final straw which I snapped because I had the camera next to me to document the steps of making a baby tutu-

(translation for non-sewers- that is a tangled mess).

I just walked away because obviously the sewing room has bad mojo this evening. Red wine here I come.....
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