Yesterday I finished the bag muslin and it is surprisingly snazzy! I
checked it on the bike, and then made some changes to the pattern to
shorten the zippered area to the top curved face only. I'm now working on
cutting the final fabric -- canvas, heavy-duty interfacing (pellon, which
has dubious reviews online but I already have it and there's plenty of
canvas if I have to start over), and some scraps of a fun stripey fabric
I'm going to use for lining. I do need to see if we have a heavy-duty
needle for the machine, because this canvas isn't joking around even
without the interfacing.
P went to H day celebrations (Pittsburgh is the only -burgh in the US that
managed to recoup its -h after a national normalization effort to -burg)
where he had O hot dogs and hung out on Seback street, both perfect
expressions of the city. I love my town. R made a beer and bourbon
chocolate cake for the occasion, as per usual, and all accounts report
record-breaking tastiness.
I had a wretched evening once it got dark. Not sure if it was the heat or
the evening snack or surprise reflux or what, but I was up for over three
hours past bedtime waiting for the panic attacks to run out of juice so I
could lie down and sleep. It's July. The 2015-2016 horror show was long
over by now. I was really hoping for a repeat performance of that recovery,
but that's shaking out to be just plain false. Figuring this health stuff
out would be way easier if I could rely on having consistent responses to
stuff.
checked it on the bike, and then made some changes to the pattern to
shorten the zippered area to the top curved face only. I'm now working on
cutting the final fabric -- canvas, heavy-duty interfacing (pellon, which
has dubious reviews online but I already have it and there's plenty of
canvas if I have to start over), and some scraps of a fun stripey fabric
I'm going to use for lining. I do need to see if we have a heavy-duty
needle for the machine, because this canvas isn't joking around even
without the interfacing.
P went to H day celebrations (Pittsburgh is the only -burgh in the US that
managed to recoup its -h after a national normalization effort to -burg)
where he had O hot dogs and hung out on Seback street, both perfect
expressions of the city. I love my town. R made a beer and bourbon
chocolate cake for the occasion, as per usual, and all accounts report
record-breaking tastiness.
I had a wretched evening once it got dark. Not sure if it was the heat or
the evening snack or surprise reflux or what, but I was up for over three
hours past bedtime waiting for the panic attacks to run out of juice so I
could lie down and sleep. It's July. The 2015-2016 horror show was long
over by now. I was really hoping for a repeat performance of that recovery,
but that's shaking out to be just plain false. Figuring this health stuff
out would be way easier if I could rely on having consistent responses to
stuff.