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dress from hell
Nov. 5th, 2007 10:27 amThis weekend was interesting. Yeah, that's the word for it.
I spent all day Saturday revamping my brocade German to wear to Sunday's demo. And I do mean all day. I sew slower than anyone I know. We were asked to wear our fancy stuff, otherwise I wouldn't have made the effort. It was fun to honestly answer 'this old thing?' when asked about a gown I've owned forever but haven't worn in a while.
Sunday we did the demo and went to dinner. Didn't change clothes first. Bad idea. At the end of the evening my dress decided to try to break my shoulder. Ouch. Much stabbing pain.
Stupid bad shoulder. Stupid horse. Stupid dress and stupid me for not remembering I can't lift my arms in that bodice.
Bestest Boyfriend Ever took my pitiful self home and after much whimpering I finally got out of the evil dress. Snuggled up in bed and watched Fido while trying to ignore the invisible icepick in my shoulder. Very weird movie. I enjoyed it but have an odd sense of humor.
My shoulder is better today but randomly reminds me I damaged it. Crap.
This morning I looked at the demo pictures and decided I really, really don't like the way the evil dress' train looks so now I have to take it apart (again) and fix it before 12th Night. Argh!
I spent all day Saturday revamping my brocade German to wear to Sunday's demo. And I do mean all day. I sew slower than anyone I know. We were asked to wear our fancy stuff, otherwise I wouldn't have made the effort. It was fun to honestly answer 'this old thing?' when asked about a gown I've owned forever but haven't worn in a while.
Sunday we did the demo and went to dinner. Didn't change clothes first. Bad idea. At the end of the evening my dress decided to try to break my shoulder. Ouch. Much stabbing pain.
Stupid bad shoulder. Stupid horse. Stupid dress and stupid me for not remembering I can't lift my arms in that bodice.
Bestest Boyfriend Ever took my pitiful self home and after much whimpering I finally got out of the evil dress. Snuggled up in bed and watched Fido while trying to ignore the invisible icepick in my shoulder. Very weird movie. I enjoyed it but have an odd sense of humor.
My shoulder is better today but randomly reminds me I damaged it. Crap.
This morning I looked at the demo pictures and decided I really, really don't like the way the evil dress' train looks so now I have to take it apart (again) and fix it before 12th Night. Argh!
