my cats don't give me good presents
I woke up this morning to discover that Wilson had puked a big old hair ball right on top of the wedding dresses.
THANKFULLY, it turned out to only affect three pieces, and they were not the pieces that I had spent the entire night sewing - they were still in the "cut, to be sewn" pile.
Two of them were lining, and it washed out without a fuss.
One was the back panel of the skirt, and although the handwashing might leave a water stain (it's dry clean only material), at least it will be easy to just recut that panel (yay for Jennifer giving me way to much extra material!).
If he had puked on the stack of finished bodices, I might just have strangled him.
THANKFULLY, it turned out to only affect three pieces, and they were not the pieces that I had spent the entire night sewing - they were still in the "cut, to be sewn" pile.
Two of them were lining, and it washed out without a fuss.
One was the back panel of the skirt, and although the handwashing might leave a water stain (it's dry clean only material), at least it will be easy to just recut that panel (yay for Jennifer giving me way to much extra material!).
If he had puked on the stack of finished bodices, I might just have strangled him.