Sewing machines HATE MY SOUL

[morganskye]

The Janome Gold that Mom lent me is busted. I broke two needles on it and it won't pick up on a zig-zag stitch. I rage quit after about an hour of cursing. What's sad is that I was only making garment cases out of old sheets. So now I have to find out about getting it serviced. While I'm at it I should see about getting my Kenmore fixed up as well. *sigh* WHY?!? Of course the timing is PERFECT since I'm on the verge of selling one of my bigger pieces, so I'll have an extra $200 coming in soon. I would have rather put it towards a bill, or perhaps even the satin I need for Nehelenia but I guess sewing machines are just as good. I'm being terribly sarcastic btw.

So instead of sewing up Telma's apron I instead watched three hours of documentaries on exploitation movies from the 70's. Did you know that many were made in the Philippines? The more you know...

Ichiban will now be a mellow affair for me. I'm not totally upset though since now there's no stress on me, assuming I remember the booze. I plan on getting lightly toasted with friends. I've found a new affection for something called 'chocolate cake shots'. Oddly enough they start with sugared lemons.

Anyway I'm going to shut up now because I'm starting to lose track of thoughts. I also have to get up at 5am. Wee.