Last night heralded week two of sewing classes. I arrived, set up my stuff only to realise that I had left the shorts and pattern at home - still left out from my photo shoot from last week. I don't need a brain - I need a personal assistant.
I think I spent more time last night madly unpicking my wonky stitching, than actually sewing. I went a little gung-ho and whoa nelly - wobble, wobble wonky. And for some reason the bobbin started spurting out multiple threads, so my sewing went wobbly triplefold.
But overlocking. Well it warms the cockles of my heart - you can really let off some steam on the overlocker, can't you? BzzzzzzzZZZZzzzz!
But overlocking. Well it warms the cockles of my heart - you can really let off some steam on the overlocker, can't you? BzzzzzzzZZZZzzzz!
So the shorts are done and the top is in progress. I thought last night I was finishing everything off, but given the status of unpicking, it wasn't to be.
And though my first pair of shorties have a few extra threads spurting from them, The Doctor doesn't mind. He's pretty thrilled with them. Though I'm under strict instructions to start his digger PJs next week. Pronto!
Hopefully I won't have to perform surgery on the next pair for the Doctor.
