fuck yeah.
sewing class...phrases i've learned to use frequently:
GOD NO!
OH MY FUCKING GOODNESS!
WHAT THE FUCK!
GOOD GOD!
THIS ISN'T FUCKING HAPPENING!
america....fuck yeah.
Why would I think I could possibly do it right the first time? (or the first THREE times)
I need to rip this seam out...AGAIN!
Where's vodka when i need it?
I'll be here till 1 (am).
So today I totally fucked up my first big project, the full sized garment bag. All I had left to do was serge the edges of the gussets. So i came to class early to do it BUT the serger thread kept breaking on me, then the needle broke TWICE. All this led me to believe the serger had something against me...then the shittiest thing happened. I had already handed my garment bag in, but took it out of my teachers office so i could press it one last time. Thats when i noticed that my gusset seam was fucked up. so i flipped it inside out and realised I had gotten a piece of the garment bag stuck in with the serging. So i started to unstitch it...thats when i realised that the serger (it has a knife to cut frayed edges) had CUT INTO THE FABRIC! I ruined my garment bag. Theres a big gash in it. I almost cried. I threw my garment bag in the garbage. Then I laughed hysterically. Then I almost cried again. Tannis picked my shit garment bag out of the garbage. I had to patch it. It looks like shit. I hate sewing today.
Everyone guess: how many times can carissa possibly fuck up one seam?
Tonight I'm scamming my brothers beer and watching america's next top model..and for some relaxation i'll be taking part in the theraputic art of studying for mid-terms.
Lord preserve me.
GOD NO!
OH MY FUCKING GOODNESS!
WHAT THE FUCK!
GOOD GOD!
THIS ISN'T FUCKING HAPPENING!
america....fuck yeah.
Why would I think I could possibly do it right the first time? (or the first THREE times)
I need to rip this seam out...AGAIN!
Where's vodka when i need it?
I'll be here till 1 (am).
So today I totally fucked up my first big project, the full sized garment bag. All I had left to do was serge the edges of the gussets. So i came to class early to do it BUT the serger thread kept breaking on me, then the needle broke TWICE. All this led me to believe the serger had something against me...then the shittiest thing happened. I had already handed my garment bag in, but took it out of my teachers office so i could press it one last time. Thats when i noticed that my gusset seam was fucked up. so i flipped it inside out and realised I had gotten a piece of the garment bag stuck in with the serging. So i started to unstitch it...thats when i realised that the serger (it has a knife to cut frayed edges) had CUT INTO THE FABRIC! I ruined my garment bag. Theres a big gash in it. I almost cried. I threw my garment bag in the garbage. Then I laughed hysterically. Then I almost cried again. Tannis picked my shit garment bag out of the garbage. I had to patch it. It looks like shit. I hate sewing today.
Everyone guess: how many times can carissa possibly fuck up one seam?
Tonight I'm scamming my brothers beer and watching america's next top model..and for some relaxation i'll be taking part in the theraputic art of studying for mid-terms.
Lord preserve me.