Why I Set Absurd Goals
If I wasn't trying to reach 115 finished projects by the end of the year, this would not exist. I simply do not know enough foul language to describe what it was like to work with this fabric. It's a very good thing that Andy didn't like this fabric after all--there's no WAY a collared shirt would EVER have been made from this stuff, and I don't think I would have been a better person for the experience. Still, it's finished and eventually I will even wear it. I have probably forgiven worse projects. In the meantime, I'm working on the jacket. It's home decorating fabric, but it is a little on the light side for this perhaps. I think it will be fine, and the fabric is a dream to work with after the purple mess. It will definitely be a completing-the-outfit sort of jacket rather than a keeping-me-warm one. As it's back to scary-hot here right now, it's difficult to even remember the "needing warmth" thing. I am ...