Why do I take on these projects that I know nothing about? Why? What drives my insanity? So, I need a cool jacket on the playa, right? I have several but I want something warm yet fashionable. I take a friend's advice and go buy two yards of fabric. Soft, furry, brown-black fabric. And two yards of throw-away material and a pattern.
Have I ever mentioned that I don't sew? I know how to thread a needle and do this one and only kind of sewing method that is very plain Jane. I think I have a couple reels (what's the damn word??) of thread and a package of needles somewhere. Two of my friends have sewing machines. But fuck if I know how to use them. I shall persevere!
My bone whisperer was one of the founders of Dark Garden Corsetry and she's offered to help me out. How freaking awesome is that? Yay for friends with skills. I'm always happy to put an IV in or throw an NG tube down in exchange for some sewing help. I can also do chest compressions and other CPR duties in exchange for assistance. What can I say -- I'm rad like that.
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