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Puffed and glossy
Oct. 27th, 2009 12:04 pmYesterday when I was out and about, I saw something on the footpath and as I passed I saw it was a perfectly intact Freddo Frog, puffed and glossy in the way that melted chocolate is. And then a woman pushed a pram through the middle of it and squashed it. Poor Freddo.
Further along, two policeman and five people were standing outside the public toilets. One policeman was writing in his notebook and the other was standing with one man, facing the other four people. A woman was saying, '...and I could hear the water running so I pushed the door open...,' and I wondered what that was all about.
I've been thinking that it's time I learnt to use a sewing machine. As I said to my mother the other day, what if she dies before she finishes the quilt she's making me? I'd never sleep warmly again. (Unless I bought a quilt, of course, but I'd be too grief-stricken to do that.) This was met with eye-rolling from my quite healthy mother, who also pointed out that I obtained my Sewing Machine Licence in Year 7. Which is true, as far as it goes, but to get it I just had to sew holes in a piece of paper. They didn't test actually threading the machine or even sewing with cotton, which seems to me to be quite a crucial part of the process. That's like doing a driving test in a car with no wheels.
Anyway, I have been looking at simple patterns, and I very much like the papercut art work of Rob Ryan, so I was quite excited to find this skirt pattern. I think I am too prudish to be comfortable with the placement of that bell, though. I will keep looking.
Further along, two policeman and five people were standing outside the public toilets. One policeman was writing in his notebook and the other was standing with one man, facing the other four people. A woman was saying, '...and I could hear the water running so I pushed the door open...,' and I wondered what that was all about.
I've been thinking that it's time I learnt to use a sewing machine. As I said to my mother the other day, what if she dies before she finishes the quilt she's making me? I'd never sleep warmly again. (Unless I bought a quilt, of course, but I'd be too grief-stricken to do that.) This was met with eye-rolling from my quite healthy mother, who also pointed out that I obtained my Sewing Machine Licence in Year 7. Which is true, as far as it goes, but to get it I just had to sew holes in a piece of paper. They didn't test actually threading the machine or even sewing with cotton, which seems to me to be quite a crucial part of the process. That's like doing a driving test in a car with no wheels.
Anyway, I have been looking at simple patterns, and I very much like the papercut art work of Rob Ryan, so I was quite excited to find this skirt pattern. I think I am too prudish to be comfortable with the placement of that bell, though. I will keep looking.