Sew freaking what!

It's two in the AM and I just can't fall asleep.

I decided to search the internet for apartments, dreaming of a spacious place we can comfortably call home. The sad reality is that the rent is just as expensive here as it is in NYC, and NYC is waaaaaaaaaaaaaay cooler than SJC.

I watched Project Runway last night. I'm not a designer. I've never considered myself to have that kind of gift. I know what looks good and how to make someone else's idea or sketch come to life, but I don't have that god-given ability to come up with great ideas. I do, however, know how to apply couture hand-stitching. What stressed me out as I watched last night's show was that most of the designers, once again, can not sew. Vincent was gluing half of his shit together. Yes, I realize that they only had two days for couture, but his dress was not that extravagant. It would not take that long to hand-sew that measly little hem. And, yes, his dress should have been turned around, but it still would have looked like a monkey put it together with a crowbar.

As for Michael, there is no doubt that the man knows how to make a pattern. Handsewing...not so much. I know when I had to start all over learning how to REALLY sew when I was an apprentice at the 'Speed, I was only handsewing bitch-work for almost four months before I was allowed on a machine. I was glad that I was made to do that, because you really have to pay attention to details and learn to work faster to get through the shit work. You grow to appreciate how the inside of a garment has to be as impecable as the outside. Anyone who wants to learn how to sew the "right way" should always learn how to FINISH a garment. I'm not talking about top-stitching with a machine. I'm talking about making the work look invisible from two inches away. Any time my old boss at the 'Speed saw the least little "pick" from a skirt hem, it was coming out. Who cares that it is a circle skirt with 11 pannels, and you only have two inches left. Too freaking bad. And glue...is a four letter word.

Now, if you will excuse me, my left hand is going numb.

Fucking hand-sewing.