This week has been the WORST and I mean absolutely terribly totally the WORST. Let me rant to you here for a moment, first I had to return to Seattle from the glorious food coma that was San Francisco. Then all of a sudden…boom, it was midterms week and let me tell you I was in no way pleased.
It was all work and no play and the worst part about it is that it was a lustful 70 degrees here pretty much all week. My mind was dreaming of cartwheels and daisy crowns and picnics and tree climbing and lazy naps in the sun but reality was telling me otherwise. My entire week was pretty much devoted to sewing, and let me tell you…I’m SEW over it, (this was the best joke I’ve thought of all day which tells you that I’ve sort of lost my sense of humor).
My sewing machine and I have been at odds. We don’t agree on anything. Yesterday we had a screaming match, Jeff and Boo argued that I was the only one screaming but I would like to point out that I have a million minuscule pricks on my fingers thanks to the needle on my machine. I call foul play. I felt like Aurora times three hundred and without any sleep. Does this make sense to anyone but me??? I’m too tired, I can’t function.
In the end I completed a tote bag. How a simple tote bag can take over twenty hours is beyond me. You might be thinking “Wow, this is going to be fancy schmancy with lots of secret compartments and beautiful designs and other traits that make me say ooh lala”. You couldn’t be more wrong.
I’ve pretty much come to the conclusion that I should just design diaper bags because that’s what this looks like. I’m in desperate need of my Grandma’s help. She’s the sewing master of practically the entire universe (aren’t all Grandmas?) and I know this bag would probably look a million trillion times more glittery and fabulous if she had made it. I need her magical touch.
Okay so my week wasn’t 100% awful (I exaggerate sometimes, it’s my only flaw), last night after I finished my luxury designer tote/diaper bag I took a study break and went on a best friend double date. Jeff’s bff, Garrett, and my bff, Nicole, joined us for a late dinner at this restaurant/faux dive bar near our apartment. If you’ve read my blog even once you’ll probably understand that I love Nicole. Jeff and Garrett are fine too. She automatically makes everyday better because she’s perfect and has great hair and freckles and gets excited about all the same things as me.
Now I feel as if I’ve had a ginormous weight lifted from my shoulders. My midterms are over, yee! And I am free to enjoy the beautiful sunshiny weekend. I’m spending tonight in the way I believe Fridays are best spent-with a glass of champagne, a hot tub, good friends and chocolate covered strawberries. I’m pretty sure that makes up for my crazy/awful/”not actually that bad I’m just complaining” week.
I hope your weekend is as sunshiny and fabulous as mine is about to be!
P.S. Boo has also had a terrible week. First the May Day riots were completely awful as she could hear them from our apartment. Boo considers herself the guardian of Seattle and was not pleased with all of the horse play. Then…yesterday, she attempted to de-stress with a chocolate rabbit and a granola bar and her mean Dad totally yelled at her for eating it. How was she supposed to know it was Nicole’s?