So, my whole body hurts. It's been a few weeks now, and my body has been hurting constantly despite all the stretching and exercising I've been doing. I wonder sometimes if this is a physical manifestation of anxieties and nagging thoughts.
With that said, and with the last entry also said, I believe I have made great strides in the realm of conquering my fear of my own sewing machine -- and thus, myself. My firstborn lives, cute and charmingly amateur. It makes me feel six, even seven feet tall.
I'm scrambling now for a new project, thinking of what accessories and supplies I will need. It's a struggle because I don't want to waste my time or materials practicing on stupid projects that I don't have any need or use for. Like I really want to make quilted place-mats or table runners. Or wrap skirts. I don't even have a table to put runners or place-mats on, and I will NOT be putting a wrap skirt on my body.
Also, I'm too scared to start on my ambitious ultimate goal project, because I really DO still need practice and I can't afford to botch yard after yard of fabric learning to finish a garment -- especially one that will require a massive amount of fabric! I'm still working on being resourceful with my materials and figuring out seamless (no pun intended) quick fixes. You know, seamstresses' tricks of the trade.
I don't care too much for professionalism just yet, since none of my stuff is supposed to be sold or anything. It just has to look good on me. I hope one day I can make a good part of my own wardrobe.
This monitor is so effing huge. I'm working on a giant Mac in the journalism lab at school. I feel like if I put in any image I was used to seeing before in a certain way, this monitor will reveal all of this extra stuff that was around it that I never knew was there. Like how some people imagine that the black lines in a widescreen movie format are covering something rather than filling the screen in a different aspect ratio.
I'm out of things to say and I'm tired of trying to type without being distracted by eavesdropping.
my body hurts