



SO I finally sewed something, and it came out looking, I think, pretty great, and it was my first time doing french seams on a bag and I didn't totally mess it up, so I should be pleased, right? I should be resting on my happy, "I made something today" laurels, right? But I'm not, because the REAL goal I had for today was to make a t-shirt, the most basic t-shirt possible, and so I cut out my pattern, and I started putting it together and &%&%*&$%&$%&*&*&*%$&^%$&%** serger, you piece of &*&$*^*&*&^*^&&*##@# is all I have to say.
GAAAAAAAAAH.
(It's actually a nice serger, given to me by the husband as a wedding gift, and I'm very lucky to have one at all, but after re-threading it twice and then having a needle bend, I'm about to chuck it out the window. I don't know how to get the needle out!! I don't know how to put a new one in!! Gaaah, etc.)