Weak of will
2004-10-01 05:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
liadethorneggeThat's me: weak-willed. Our local shire has a very nice email list, onto which well-intentioned and nice people send messages such as 'Fabric sale 20-50% off at the store clear across town and annoying to get to for me'
I can read those and go 'Aww. Maybe if it were closer I could go have a look, just to see, but it's sooo far...'
Then other well-intentioned and kind people send messages such as '20% off at the good fabric store downtown, right in the centre of everything.' Now those I can read, I can possibly resist going into town to look. Maybe. But definately not when other people then chime in saying 'And they've got nice woolen fabric for almost nothing on that sale'
You see my problem. I am weak-willed; and am now in posession of 4 metres of mediumgrey wool, plus a remnant bit of darker grey wool which will be suitable for guards. Plus some brown narrow-wale corduroy which I will use as test-run fabric for a doublet.
The idea is that I'll get a working doublet out of it that will be useable. Corduroy is hard-wearing, so I figure it'll be a wear-n-tear type of garment. The actual fabric that I want to make into a nice well-fitting doublet is a luscious green velvet. The same velvet my mother used to make my ballgown for graduation. I have some of that left, but only enough to possibly squeeze out a doublet. Hence the need to make a test-run first, in something that has a definite nap so that I can judge exactly how to cut the velvet so I have enough etc.
I really shouldn't give in so easily to the fabric-bying demon in me. Really really. Especially not when yesterday I went to the dentist and was told I have cavities and beginnings of cavities in seven teeth. That's bad, and going to be expensive, and I'm on a regime of fluor-tablets (useful for everyone to take) and single-use floss-thingies with strict instructions only to eat at mealtimes and maybe cut back on the soda-drinking. *sniffle* No more coke whenever I feel like it... See, this is yet another problem my weak-willed mind has gotten me into. Bah! I don't even have the energy today to do some therapeutic sewing.... not after the therapeutic shopping I did...
I can read those and go 'Aww. Maybe if it were closer I could go have a look, just to see, but it's sooo far...'
Then other well-intentioned and kind people send messages such as '20% off at the good fabric store downtown, right in the centre of everything.' Now those I can read, I can possibly resist going into town to look. Maybe. But definately not when other people then chime in saying 'And they've got nice woolen fabric for almost nothing on that sale'
You see my problem. I am weak-willed; and am now in posession of 4 metres of mediumgrey wool, plus a remnant bit of darker grey wool which will be suitable for guards. Plus some brown narrow-wale corduroy which I will use as test-run fabric for a doublet.
The idea is that I'll get a working doublet out of it that will be useable. Corduroy is hard-wearing, so I figure it'll be a wear-n-tear type of garment. The actual fabric that I want to make into a nice well-fitting doublet is a luscious green velvet. The same velvet my mother used to make my ballgown for graduation. I have some of that left, but only enough to possibly squeeze out a doublet. Hence the need to make a test-run first, in something that has a definite nap so that I can judge exactly how to cut the velvet so I have enough etc.
I really shouldn't give in so easily to the fabric-bying demon in me. Really really. Especially not when yesterday I went to the dentist and was told I have cavities and beginnings of cavities in seven teeth. That's bad, and going to be expensive, and I'm on a regime of fluor-tablets (useful for everyone to take) and single-use floss-thingies with strict instructions only to eat at mealtimes and maybe cut back on the soda-drinking. *sniffle* No more coke whenever I feel like it... See, this is yet another problem my weak-willed mind has gotten me into. Bah! I don't even have the energy today to do some therapeutic sewing.... not after the therapeutic shopping I did...
