Now I will start from scratch, new pattern (same top but a size smaller with no alterations) and crap fabric and try again. Dear Self, Remember this, k?
Then I decided to do my after lunch walk. I'll go up to the post office and get a box. One of the standard shipping fee boxes. I walk up the street in the drizzle to find the post office closed and 3 people camped with all their worldly belongings in the entry way. It's a federal fucking holiday. A minor one but one that closes post offices. Fuck.
At least I got my walk in. And, when I got home, I found one of the USPS boxes in my stash so ok.
I got a bid on my eBay'd tea cups so I know I'll be shipping them out on Friday. I thought I'd go ahead and get them packed up. The Friday I can just slap a label on and be good to go.
But right now Zoey wants to console me with a bit of a cat snuggle so Ok.