As I mentioned yesterday, I spent Sunday afternoon with my Queens-dwelling doppelganger, the notorious Johanna. Johanna will spend hours digging in the most claustrophobic, packed-to-the-gills fabric stores, and come out buying...bias tape. I'm not kidding. I think she is, like me, primarily a vicarious shopper (and much less blurry in real life, btw).
Let me say that terrycloth is a bitch to work with, pardon my French. It combines all the worst qualities a fabric can have: it's thick, it stretches, and it's pillowy. You can't iron it much either. Need to rip a seam out? Fuggitaboutit! Actually, I exaggerate: I was able to open a few wonky seams, but invariably ripped out some loops as well which then required terrycloth re-landscaping to fix the damage.
And he should arrive next week via UPS -- the Singer 15-91 I won on eBay Monday afternoon.
I know, I know, I already have eight sewing machines (I don't include the sergers). But my friend Johanna has ten and she seems like a normal person with a life. Plus, if I want to become a sewing celebrity, don't I have to invest in my craft? With shipping, it was just shy of $80 which isn't bad for a 15-91. Am I tacky to tell you what it cost? We're practically family, right?
Monday morning and there's so much planning to be done. I don't know about you, but I haven't quite recovered yet from last week's excitement: the makeovers, the contests, the snow! Frankly, it's hard for me to keep up with my cousin Cathy; she has seemingly limitless energy and can stay up all night and still style a fashion shoot in the morning. Very different from me.
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