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I had a craptacular day. Mom was home today because the weather was really bad. So while she was, I decided to take advantage and ask for advice. I was working on the stand up collar for my Full Moon costume for ACEN and things went really shitty really quickly. Because of a miscommunication between Mom and I, I put the collar together wrong and couldn't get the innerfacing in. I didn't realize I was supposed to sew the innerfacing into the fabric, then sew the collar together. Point being, I recut the innerfacing, sewed it to the fabric, doing all that I was supposed to. I then tried to hold it up to my neck and it was a good four inches too small for my neck. I was not a happy camper. So I got ready to start that again. Mom was sympathetic and on a hunch had me try on the top. That was even smaller. It was too short (it came down to just under my chest and I mean barely. And it didn't even close without squishing my boobs. Now they're not big, but they were squished a lot. So that was beyond disappointing. I was just about ready to cry. So I went to my room, shut the door, and drafted the pattern completely by hand from a blank piece of paper. Thankfully it didn't take too long though there were a few kinks in getting it completed. The crowning glory on all of this was that I didn't think I had enough fabric. So, Mom and I got up and got ready to go to the fabric store.
I called for the car and Dad got down there first as he headed out for class, and called up to tell me that my battery was dead. I couldn't go anywhere. I realized that was truly the crowning glory. I just wanted to cry. And the guy in the garage has such a thick accent that I could hardly understand him and Mom understood even less. He jumped the car and it started to make a strange clicking noise under the normal engine noises. So I let the guy charge the battery as he offered. Mom and I headed back upstairs and I started on the frosting for Dad's birhtday cake. At that point, something in me snapped and I thought, "I'm just going to lay it all out and see if I have enough fabric. Miracle of miracles, I did. Just barely enough. Mom and I went to the groccery store for dinner for Dad's birthday tomorrow. The car worked fine, no more funky noises and I didn't have to spend the time going to the fabric store. I'm just praying now that my measurements for the sleeves and the pants are right or I'm going to cry. All day I never cried and I was damn proud of that fact, but if I have to start again, there will be major amounts of tears.
I called for the car and Dad got down there first as he headed out for class, and called up to tell me that my battery was dead. I couldn't go anywhere. I realized that was truly the crowning glory. I just wanted to cry. And the guy in the garage has such a thick accent that I could hardly understand him and Mom understood even less. He jumped the car and it started to make a strange clicking noise under the normal engine noises. So I let the guy charge the battery as he offered. Mom and I headed back upstairs and I started on the frosting for Dad's birhtday cake. At that point, something in me snapped and I thought, "I'm just going to lay it all out and see if I have enough fabric. Miracle of miracles, I did. Just barely enough. Mom and I went to the groccery store for dinner for Dad's birthday tomorrow. The car worked fine, no more funky noises and I didn't have to spend the time going to the fabric store. I'm just praying now that my measurements for the sleeves and the pants are right or I'm going to cry. All day I never cried and I was damn proud of that fact, but if I have to start again, there will be major amounts of tears.