tiredReading other people's sewing journals reminds me of projects I want to revisit. A real corset (as opposed to the cardboard/ducttape shored-up monstrosity that eats my hipbones for lunch), a redux of my first ever Elizabethan (it was a cute dress and deserves another round), and more bits for milord. Time to get the pipes out too. Gah.
Don't mind me, I'm just bitching to bitch. My attention is too scattered to even think of writing. I knew this would happen. I was really hoping I'd get something done, but... well, the notes are all written, it'll be there in a couple weeks when hopefully my brain congeals. Patience is a virtue i do not possess much of. Actually, it's not even that, it's more that I don't have enough focus and too much entropy/inertia. This object could use some rest. Huphhh. :/
