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[moonwise]

I started cutting my Rosette Christopher outfit tonight.

First, the fabric shrank from 45 in to 42 in, so the skirt back was too wide for the fabric.

Dealt with that.

Then, I compromised my shrinking length of fabric by cutting a piece I didn't need.

Dealt with that.

Then, I discovered that McCall's puts their measurement guide in a place I wasn't looking for it, and I should have been cutting for a medium all the while instead of cutting for a small.

Can't deal with that.

Furious.

My mom bought me that fabric as a present, too.

That's the worst part, that she will ask to see what I did with the fabric because she takes pride in my few-and-far-between creative accomplishments, and I'll have to tell her the project got trashed. Don't know if I can find another bolt of the same type of fabric in the same color.

This goddamn cosplay was arsed from the start and now I just feel sick about it. Fuck it, after today's outing at the bloodsucking VW dealer ($600) and the bill coming in from the cardiologist (another $600), there isn't enough money for plane tickets AND Christmas.

Fuck.

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[arafel.livejournal.com]

Thanks. *hugback* I did pick up three more yards of the right fabric over the weekend, and there are about two more yards not yet cut. Furthermore, the pattern I was using was a duplicate (lost the first one I bought) and I found the first one over the weekend, hidden next to my desk.

You and me both with the fingers-crossing. That's a big chunk of change. O_o Husband is looking into it.

Thanks for listening, it helps so much to get these things off your chest. It's rarely as bad as it seems in hindsight, so the best tactic is to keep looking forward even if you need to vent a bit to do it.