Totally serious deadpan decided it was going out across the ether, as is, commando:
i have a sewing machine
i hate to sew.
the beautiful bleached white linen panels that hang accusingly unseamed unsung and unsewed won't leave me be.
i will give you my "professional" sewing machine
which may or may not work after five years of neglect. (would you cooperate with someone who put you in a closet for five years?)
to keep for your very own
for all of time
if you fix this for me.
wandering?wondering?whining..just a pinch
Wholly resigned, pretty reluctant and resentful..just a pinch
thank you for raising your eyebrow when i asked you to do something i could do myself. come get your sewing machine. well, not right now, i have to finish these curtains, but yes, after I finish these damn curtains, I'm giving you my sewing machine, but you have to tell me why you like to sew and how you get through it without a margarita, so I guess the real question is "Why don't you hate sewing?"
much closer to salient.
Clueless, cross and ..well, that about covers it.
Someone tell me what to do..
P1p.s. i'm serious but you have to live close enough to "do lunch" aka, the sewing machine handoff and you'd have to answer the question in Post2.
.P2p.s.: it would be greatly appreciated if you explain what happens when people "follow" your blog as in "yes I am your follower. Count me!" vs. follow as in "this is interesting. i'll check back" or "sweet niblets this girl's a trainwreck. i'm not about to admit reading this stuff"
P3p.s. i kid. i know what to do. "shut up and/or do it."
if none of that makes sense,
i hate my curtains
yeah. this one gets posted