Oh where, oh where can it be?
With it's handle of blue, and it's pointy end too
Oh where, oh where can it be?
TEE HEE!
I was working on a tote bag Saturday night. I was getting really tired and was just about to call it a night when I realized that I had sewn one of the straps on about an inch to the left of where it was supposed to be! Oops!
I decided I would fix it and then head to bed. I hate looking at mistakes first thing in the morning.
I reached for my trusty little seam ripper and it wasn't on my sewing table. For those of you that don't sew, a seam ripper is a magnificent little tool that allows you to quickly, safely and efficiently pull out stitches. I lifted up the tote bag. Not there. I looked in my accessory basket. Not there. I lifted up a stack of fabric. Not there. I looked under some pattern pieces. Not there.
Oh, I know. It rolled off the table into the garbage can like it did the other day. I picked through the trash. Not there. Now I am getting ticked. Where the heck is my seam ripper??? I didn't really say heck. I never say heck. I used a different four letter word.
I decided I would just have to do my best with a tiny scissor. It's a much slower process with a much bigger risk of putting a hole in the fabric, but what was I to do? I finally finished it up and went to bed.
Sunday afternoon I'm working on my tote bag again and head out to the kitchen to fill my water bottle.
Hmmmmmm....."Hi Wrigley....what is that in your mouth honey? Give that to mommy."
With it's handle of blue, and it's pointy end too
Oh where, oh where can it be?
TEE HEE!
I was working on a tote bag Saturday night. I was getting really tired and was just about to call it a night when I realized that I had sewn one of the straps on about an inch to the left of where it was supposed to be! Oops!
I decided I would fix it and then head to bed. I hate looking at mistakes first thing in the morning.
I reached for my trusty little seam ripper and it wasn't on my sewing table. For those of you that don't sew, a seam ripper is a magnificent little tool that allows you to quickly, safely and efficiently pull out stitches. I lifted up the tote bag. Not there. I looked in my accessory basket. Not there. I lifted up a stack of fabric. Not there. I looked under some pattern pieces. Not there.
Oh, I know. It rolled off the table into the garbage can like it did the other day. I picked through the trash. Not there. Now I am getting ticked. Where the heck is my seam ripper??? I didn't really say heck. I never say heck. I used a different four letter word.
I decided I would just have to do my best with a tiny scissor. It's a much slower process with a much bigger risk of putting a hole in the fabric, but what was I to do? I finally finished it up and went to bed.
Sunday afternoon I'm working on my tote bag again and head out to the kitchen to fill my water bottle.
Hmmmmmm....."Hi Wrigley....what is that in your mouth honey? Give that to mommy."
Oh, gee...I found my seam ripper.....what's left of it.
Guilty as charged!
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