Things were going along fine until Aunt-Fayoumis realized that the pattern as given was not likely to be comfortable or flattering on my lumpy self. Desperate measures were called for, things were stitched together that were not meant to be stitched together, and seamrippers were employed.
Things proceeded to go along swimmingly after that, but then the sewing machine commenced making this funny clunking noise. Incidentally, I really despise dealing with the sewing machine's bobbin area. Scary things happen in there, and I don't have a map of how the $#&*@# thing goes together.
We decided it's best to be knocking off for the night and resuming in the morning. Bad when the damn thing makes scary clunking noises, especially when parts that are supposed to be moving start moving too much, and then not at all.
If the skirt ever gets finished, it should look pretty killer.
If.
