Busy, busy
2009-09-27 10:15 pmThursday: SCA Tour Guide
Friday: Family time, Heavy Metal concert (Opeth) in Stockholm \m/ -.- \m/
Saturday: Sewing circle day - topstitching edges until I could stand it no longer
Sunday: Family time, hanging out with Helwig - topstitching more edges of nauseating neverendingness
Also today: plowing a groove through my finger with an awl. Ouch. I got a little chest of drawers to put sewing knick-knacks away in from IKEA. It came as a flat-pack, of course, and assembled with little nails. Nails that were not very cooperative. I have about a dozen bent ones. Thankfully I am a well-stocked woman, and had other nails to replace them with. I used the awl to try to pry a few of the bent ones up and managed to plow it through the side of my forefinger. At that point I swore at the entire project and left it there to think about its wickedness. (I don't know if that helped). That was also the point where Helwig called me and I went over there to do more topstitching.
I'll paint the horrible little chest at some point. At least that's the plan. And I'm considering lining the drawers with some wall-paper from the V&A. It'd prettify it, and use it for something practical rather than just hanging out in my scribal portfolio.
Also, Civil War is this coming weekend. Yikes. Double Yikes, and an EEK! Topstitching of neverendingness has a deadline and it is Civil War.
After that, I've got to get cracking on handout/preparations for blackwork class at Glötagillet two weeks after Civil War. And in between I'm going to Drachenwald Crown Tourney to cheer for my man.
Friday: Family time, Heavy Metal concert (Opeth) in Stockholm \m/ -.- \m/
Saturday: Sewing circle day - topstitching edges until I could stand it no longer
Sunday: Family time, hanging out with Helwig - topstitching more edges of nauseating neverendingness
Also today: plowing a groove through my finger with an awl. Ouch. I got a little chest of drawers to put sewing knick-knacks away in from IKEA. It came as a flat-pack, of course, and assembled with little nails. Nails that were not very cooperative. I have about a dozen bent ones. Thankfully I am a well-stocked woman, and had other nails to replace them with. I used the awl to try to pry a few of the bent ones up and managed to plow it through the side of my forefinger. At that point I swore at the entire project and left it there to think about its wickedness. (I don't know if that helped). That was also the point where Helwig called me and I went over there to do more topstitching.
I'll paint the horrible little chest at some point. At least that's the plan. And I'm considering lining the drawers with some wall-paper from the V&A. It'd prettify it, and use it for something practical rather than just hanging out in my scribal portfolio.
Also, Civil War is this coming weekend. Yikes. Double Yikes, and an EEK! Topstitching of neverendingness has a deadline and it is Civil War.
After that, I've got to get cracking on handout/preparations for blackwork class at Glötagillet two weeks after Civil War. And in between I'm going to Drachenwald Crown Tourney to cheer for my man.