Feb
9
2010
I thought that you didn’t like me
How can a little badge be so sweet and yet so needy all at the same time? I hear the words said in a whiny voice, “I thought that you didn’t like me” which surely begs the response, “Actually, I don’t…you moaning minnie”.
That’s an aside. My point is that, hoorah hoorah, here I present wibbly wobbly not very good evidence of another tick on my 39 before 40 list: ‘learn to use a sewing machine’. I bought one, studied the manual, wound the bobbin up (without having to pull..pull…clap clap clap…etc etc), managed not to sew my fingers together or any passing children and made a valentine’s garland.
And then I sewed buttons on wonkily and stuck on a moany badge. Ta da.
Finally I plonked it on the mirror and nearly broke my arms lifting up that vastly heavy Big Girl’s Camera, standing on tippytoes trying to get some half decent shots.
My biceps were screaming by this point, but vaguely this is what it looks like…excuse weird perspective issues. I’m too tired to fix them, you get the idea.
I think I’ll call it my Irony Garland, on account of the moany badge.
