It has been a busy, busy week.
First week of classes and 140 students to educate this term. Turns out one of the other programs made my first year class a required, found this out when I saw my wait list, and I had to scramble.
Very happy and excited to see my students though - I really love teaching. I won't be touching down until December and my job is to hold it together until then.
On the home front my husband is tearing apart the kitchen this weekend. I have to wander around with pots trying to figure out where to put things.
So I really needed a straightforward sewing project. I decided to go for a cotton shirt, and this one:
If my spouse goes off to the hardware store enough I should be able to get it mostly done today.
I am pretty excited about this project because I have finally developed a shirt collar application that suits my random style. I can sew carefully if I have to, but since sewing is my Zoloft, I don't like it to be too stressful.
I really am not dispositionally a precision person. This is why I am so content spending my work time with young people making them laugh and maybe enjoy thinking and am not say a property lawyer, or an accountant, or other adult occupations.
So I am developing what I am going to call the "Incompetent sewer's shirt collar" instructions. So far my collar is going together quite well in those snippets of time between when I hear the car drive out of the driveway and when I hear it drive back in.
Which is what I detect now.
More later, got to go and pick up a pile of pots.