August 12: Snip!

I spent the day sewing. I am not even done. My back is killing me. Respect to anyone who, hunched over, sews.

As mentioned in a previous post, I have a few t-shirts I'd like to modify. They are souvenirs, cut for the male chest. Basically, I want to look less like David Beckham and more like his wife.

1. In the basement, my dad found me two pairs of incredibly sharp scissors.
2. At the mall sewing centre, the saleslady offered me some great suggestions.
3. At the dining room table, my mom saved the day. She and her magic hands stepped in when I inevitably screwed up.

In related news, I lopped off another set of pant legs to achieve jean shorts. Snip, snip, snip!