Andare, Partire, Tornare
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Anybody own a sewing machine I could borrow?
Spent the evening sitting out of the rain with Bemo, sipping a Starbucks gingerbread latte. Ok, people. I will admit that despite my hatred of seeing the green and white sign on every street corner, it was delicious. And I'm not a coffee person, which means that I only drink the stuff that's been tarted up to the point where the bean doesn't know what's going on.
Work was uneventful. I'm back to sorting slides, and have just about finished the easy stuff, which means that the next few days of it are going to be totally obnoxious.
I have all this pretty fabric now, but still have to buy some pillow forms. Oh, and learn to do the stitch that lets you hide the sewing when you have to close that final seam. Have I ever mentioned how clueless I am with needle and thread? We're talking barely button-replacement level. So these pillows may look...odd. But I really, really like the fabric I have so I need to do something with it.
Not much else to say, so I'm punching out, Maverick.
7:42 p.m. - 2002-11-05
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