It's that time of year again
The Banquet is coming up, so it's time to start panicking about costumes. Today, I attempt to teach tigerfort to fit a bodice without impaling either of us on pins. At least it's merely zero ease with some bust support, rather than the 4" waist reduction my mother once managed to let go with a rush and drive a pin straight into me. (I'm not quite sure how that worked: the pin went from parallel to my skin in the seam to perpendicular to my skin in me without making any injury beyond a straight puncture).
Also, today I discover that I can't remember how hemstitch goes when I think about it. I took a leaf out of his book (he can only tie bows on his own shoes if he looks; to tie them elsewhere he has to shut his eyes), and tried sewing by feel for a few stitches. My hands remember! Should I be concerned that my brain apparently doesn't?
Also, today I discover that I can't remember how hemstitch goes when I think about it. I took a leaf out of his book (he can only tie bows on his own shoes if he looks; to tie them elsewhere he has to shut his eyes), and tried sewing by feel for a few stitches. My hands remember! Should I be concerned that my brain apparently doesn't?