in which I discover the sewing machine conspiracy

Hi there everyone,

so I got my lazy ass up from the couch and moved it to the cloth vendor to get some cloths for a trial and error piece that I will sew before I actually sew the actual jacket to avoid making actual mistakes that will make me real unhappy.

Anyway, I have now bought some godugly cloth because it was cheap and it will serve its purpose.

Now all that is between me and my jacket are my own incapabilities – or so I thought.

First, the old vintage sewing machine I got from my grandmother gave up on me by being, quite obviously, old and a little more than neurotic. To make a long story short, half the day was gone and I hadn’t even finished my pin cushion that I wanted to make to “get to know the machine”. Also, the black velvet-y cloth I had for it makes it look very dapper indeed.

Being no fool, I called my mother and asked if I could borrow her sewing machine for a while, knowing she wouldn’t need it and that’s what I did. I went to see her and got the machine and happily schlepped it home, thinking everything would be just fine.

I started sewing on some random piece of cloth (old pants with a rip in them) and what does the naff thing do?The lower thread wasn’t strained enough and it only looked pretty on the upside…mom claims that it’s not the machine and that I should just let it settle for a day or so and it will all be fine tomorrow. Let’s hope so, because I really want to wear that jacket this season.

On another note, Amanda Palmer announced a secret London show yesterday and a secret Berlin gig today. Can’t go for obvious reasons, like being in the wrong place at the wrong time (living in Vienna sucks, no one ever comes here). I sincerely hope she’ll be doing a gig somewhere nearer than that.
The bottom line is, with my recent obsession with all things Amanda Fucking Palmer, it didn’t help to find out that I’m missing chances all over the place because I live in a completly dead place if it comes to creativity and such things.

So where does that leave me? having corn chowder and white wine with my gf watching youtube clips of “the x factor”. It was oddly satisfying and amusing and actually lifted my mood quite a bit.

so much for now,
Finn

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in which I try to find a place to start

so during the course of this summer it became evident that I’m suffering from severe shortage fire. I’m completely burnt out.

That’s what killing me-time and not Living the Life will do to you.

On another blog [link] I read:

“but when i look back at the collected last year or so, i’ve actually taken time to do things i always said i would.

i have. i have.

i just don’t know how to measure that. i’m used to measuring other things, like Work. i can do that. i can measure tours, and album sales, and twitter followers.

these things are easy.

i don’t know how to measure the value of spending time off, of seeing distant family, of sitting and vegetating, of being in love.

but at least i’m at the point where i can see it has a value instead of wanting to crush and destory empty space with a wrecking ball

(hint: this does not work. the wrecking ball swings back and hits you in the fucking mouth and knocks your teeth out).”

so what will I do, teethless and cold?

I’ll revert to being my mom and sew my way through my twenties. 25 is as good as any age to start. I have this picture in my head of a jacket that I’d like to own, it’s amazing and fantastic and cool. I inherited this old skool sewing machine from

my grandma (no she didn’t die, she moved and through out old stuff!) and eversince I have this idea of a jacket stuck in my head. In order to get it out I’m attempting to sew it.

The last time I used a sewing machine (not to me shorten jeans) was when I was 13.

I’ll go shopping for materials on Monday (if I can move my lazy ass) and I’ll post picutures of my endeavour. Feel free to give me hints on how to do it and what to watch out for!

I’ll keep you posted,

so during the course of this summer it became evident that I’m suffering from severe shortage of fire. I’m completely burnt out.
That’s what killing me-time and not Living the Life will do to you.
On another blog I read:
“but when i look back at the collected last year or so, i’ve actually taken time to do things i always said i would.
i have. i have.
i just don’t know how to measure that. i’m used to measuring other things, like Work. i can do that. i can measure tours, and album sales, and twitter followers.
these things are easy.
i don’t know how to measure the value of spending time off, of seeing distant family, of sitting and vegetating, of being in love.
but at least i’m at the point where i can see it has a value instead of wanting to crush and destory empty space with a wrecking ball
(hint: this does not work. the wrecking ball swings back and hits you in the fucking mouth and knocks your teeth out).”

so what will I do, teethless and cold?

I’ll revert to being my mom and sew my way through my twenties. 25 is as good as any age to start. I have this picture in my head of a jacket that I’d like to own, it’s amazing and fantastic and cool. I inherited this old school sewing machine from my grandma (no she didn’t die, she moved and threw out old stuff!) and eversince I have this idea of a jacket stuck in my head. In order to get it out I’m attempting to sew it.

The last time I used a sewing machine (not to shorten jeans) was when I was 13.

I’ll go shopping for materials on Monday (if I can move my lazy ass) and I’ll post picutures of my endeavour. Feel free to give me hints on how to do it and what to watch out for!

I’ll keep you posted,
Finn

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The lazyness must go, who else is using two computers at a time while eating shit?