Music meme for the fuck of it. Day Two.

My least favourite song.

There are many to choose from, but this one has bothered me for years, and I was subjected to it time and time again when I simply could not escape it: while figure modeling for artists.

Ugh. Can't stand it. UGH!

Not Dolly

This is not my pony Dolly. But she looks so much like her that I can pretend it is her. Dolly's mane was much thicker, but that's about the only difference I see here.

I miss my horses.

Forget Ripping Seams. I'm Ripping Hair.

I've hit a snag with my coat. I can't get the sleeves to hang right with the lining. They look all bunchy. I believe I chose a project more ambitious than my sewing skills can handle. I don't have any more of the silver fabric for lining. I used up everything but the tiniest scraps.

If worse comes to worse, I can take the sleeves off altogether and have a lovely long vest. But I want those sleeves. Especially since I'm dancing outside in March.

I need a sewing fairy godmother to sweep in and make everything all better. Augh.