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Jeebus Christ on a pogo stick, I have too much fabric!
You guys, I pack the weirdest shit together when I move.
All this is by way of saying that I wanted to wear my green satin skirt to the concert on Sunday. I cannot in fact FIND my green satin skirt; it isn't in any of my drawers or on any of the hangers in my closet. Since I can't remember actually having seen it since I moved into this house, I started pulling boxes out and going through them.
I found my favorite pair of jeans from high school. I found a box containing candle holders which probably haven't seen daylight since they were packed up to move out of Mum's house. I found a bag of what look like they might possibly be shower curtain rings, but could be something else entirely. I found the remnants of the French maid costume which I completely failed to make. I found several feet of black pleather that I had forgotten I ever owned (but which I now have evil ideas for.) I found a few yards of the fabric I made![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
luvclarinet's prom dress from. I found a copy of "How To Turn Your Boyfriend Into A Love Slave," which lossenminuial thought was hilarious when she gave it to me, and which is frankly one hell of a lot funnier now.
I found the scraps of the green satin that were left over from when I made the green satin skirt.
My house now looks like a bomb went off and exploded shredded clothing everywhere.
But I still cannot for the life of me find that green satin skirt.
You guys, I pack the weirdest shit together when I move.
All this is by way of saying that I wanted to wear my green satin skirt to the concert on Sunday. I cannot in fact FIND my green satin skirt; it isn't in any of my drawers or on any of the hangers in my closet. Since I can't remember actually having seen it since I moved into this house, I started pulling boxes out and going through them.
I found my favorite pair of jeans from high school. I found a box containing candle holders which probably haven't seen daylight since they were packed up to move out of Mum's house. I found a bag of what look like they might possibly be shower curtain rings, but could be something else entirely. I found the remnants of the French maid costume which I completely failed to make. I found several feet of black pleather that I had forgotten I ever owned (but which I now have evil ideas for.) I found a few yards of the fabric I made
luvclarinet's prom dress from. I found a copy of "How To Turn Your Boyfriend Into A Love Slave," which lossenminuial thought was hilarious when she gave it to me, and which is frankly one hell of a lot funnier now.I found the scraps of the green satin that were left over from when I made the green satin skirt.
My house now looks like a bomb went off and exploded shredded clothing everywhere.
But I still cannot for the life of me find that green satin skirt.
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I wish I had a good pattern to attack that crushed velvet with. I really want a sexy something in rose tones for tomorrow.
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