Sewing Project Of Satan

In a fit of preoccupied absent-mindedness today, I forgot my fabric for sewing class. The friend I'm taking the class with offered me some of her fabric. She went crazy buying fabric at a discount place and has lots. On the spur of the moment, I declared, "I'll use your fabric - to make a shirt for you! And I'll use...THIS!" I picked up some synthetic devore velvet she had, thinking the fabric would be good to practice with. After taking her measurements and sketching up a pattern, I set to work. The fabric is the most difficult one I've worked with, ever. Period. Final.

As I've noted before, the good thing about taking a sewing class with other women is the carmraderie and shared creativity. The bad thing is that it's a lot more awkward to cuss out your sewing as inventively as you'd like. I found myself whispering, "God-damned scissor-blunting clusterfuck fabric..." when I would have been yelling it to the audience of me, the machine, and the cat at home.