A Threading Dilemma [Mallory]
Mar 8, 2016 14:43:42 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2016 14:43:42 GMT -5
An audible yelp could be heard through the cadences of sewing machines as Charlie pulled his hand back from the white fabric he was using and turned off the machine with his other hand. Blood pearled out of his index finger where the needle impaled him, and to avoid contaminating his work, he stuck his finger in his mouth to slow the bleeding. It stung like hell, but he was lucky to have been going slow and avoid the nail, creating instead a shallow wound on the soft fleshy pad of his finger.
Using it as an opportunity to pause and reflect on his work, he looked back on his sketchings and frowned. He thought he’d progressed enough to tackle adjusting one of his old shirts. Out of fashion and baggy, he trying to make it fitted and flattering to his body type, but in the process of adjusting the shoulder the right sleeve was now nearly an inch shorter than the left. And the couple of new seams he created were so messy, it looked like the equivalent of a five year old coloring outside the lines.
While it had been a while since he last sewed, he picked up and remastered the basics pretty quickly, so he didn’t think refitting a shirt wasn’t too ambitious of a project. Even if it was, he’d rather improve by trying something difficult than stagnate by creating boxes of useless handkerchiefs and lanyards.
However, his grandmother would be rolling around in her grave if she was to see the butchery he just created, so raising a hand in defeat, he motioned for help from the club advisor’s, Ms. Reynolds.
Using it as an opportunity to pause and reflect on his work, he looked back on his sketchings and frowned. He thought he’d progressed enough to tackle adjusting one of his old shirts. Out of fashion and baggy, he trying to make it fitted and flattering to his body type, but in the process of adjusting the shoulder the right sleeve was now nearly an inch shorter than the left. And the couple of new seams he created were so messy, it looked like the equivalent of a five year old coloring outside the lines.
While it had been a while since he last sewed, he picked up and remastered the basics pretty quickly, so he didn’t think refitting a shirt wasn’t too ambitious of a project. Even if it was, he’d rather improve by trying something difficult than stagnate by creating boxes of useless handkerchiefs and lanyards.
However, his grandmother would be rolling around in her grave if she was to see the butchery he just created, so raising a hand in defeat, he motioned for help from the club advisor’s, Ms. Reynolds.
