Life is a jumble, a little bit of everything, a little bit of nothing, quiet peace with bursts of chaos, hurt that slowly softens, profound and stupid and terrible and wonderful all at once.
Taking it all in, giving everything its moment, because we are all different, but the same, we are all nothing more than a jumbled collection of lots and lots of little bits, profound, and stupid, and terrible and wonderful all at once.
So many tiny bland stitches on tiny prickly needles.
Ok, this will be worth it, right? Don’t get me wrong I absolutely love a double brim, but 7″ of brim on 2.25mm, stop, pick up live stitches for brim, join, then several moments and rounds later, switch to 2mm and put on your 5x magnifying eyes and pick up so many tiny stitches for that built in welt …blurg! (ok, that welt is kinda cool!)
Hard parts over, almost there, feeling hopeful, yes, yes this will be worth it! ..but why do my tiny stitches look choppy?
Blocking will straighten things right out, right?
Well, blocking kind of worked, wtf tiny bland stitches :(
Floppy and fluid, it feels like practically nothing, romanced now by the then fussy welty brim details.
From a distance, acceptable perfection. I had no idea I would love hate this so much, the fact that it looks like it came from a machine makes me strangely pleased.
Now, I wish it were black, but if it were, it would have never happened.