Learning the Value of a Straight LINE

Every now and then I get this random urge to sew. I don't know why but it happens. I usually end up picking a complex pattern, cut out the pieces, and then wait until my mom gives in and does the whole thing for me. This time I swore it would be different.

I picked out this cute Vogue pattern and cute fabric(see fig.1).

Fig.1

After cutting the fabric out then letting it sit for a week(the fabric looks better after sitting around), I finally began sewing. I tried to do it by myself only asking for my mother's help when I couldn't understand. Those instructions are not easy to understand so I was running up the stairs about every 2 minutes.

I finally got the front and back sewed together(see fig.2- try to ignore my face).


After much work I finished the collar(fig.3). I always liked my neck- I think it is one of my best features. Fig. 3
Stay tuned for more updates- pictures, crazy stories. Hopefully the pictures will be of me smiling and not of me looking like I am on drugs. Until tomorrow!

Paper chains, Paper chains

Counting Down the days until EUROPE!

All You Desire

I have several reasons to be excited this week!

1) My dear kindred spirit Allison is coming to visit! We are going to Lagoon and other such fun attractions!

2) I am making a dress(hopefully with my mother's help so that it looks good!) The fabric is cream with small purple flowers. It kind of reminds me of a Little House fabric.

3)The movie Becoming Jane is coming out! It looks cute even if kind of cheesy. Watch the preview Here ! I like Anne Hathaway so I will enjoy it!

Ticket to Ride

This was not my best week.

Things got a little worst on Wed. evening. The girl who had promised to work for me while I went to the funeral called and said she wouldn't because she had covered for me on Sat. She said it in a snotty voice that made me think she was just doing it to be rude. It was rude.

Then on my way to Mama Inez for 6 dollar nacho night when I rear-ended the car in front of me. He slammed on his brakes and I slammed on mine but it was too late. Of course I did the thing I always promised myself I wouldn't do. I cried.

The man wasn't upset. He told me that his car was a piece of junk anyways(in his attempt to make me feel better and to get me to stop crying). He called the police, while I tried to call me dad and explain to him where I was.

My dad came, the police came. They gave me a $75 ticket for driving too close since I admitted it was my fault. The tow-truck came to take my car. Everyone left.

That is the end of the story of my first ticket.