FRIIIIIIIDAAAAAAY. Sunshine. Cats. Coffee. You get the picture. I think I managed to sleep until about 6am this morning. I tried to sleep, but my brain was awake and running, so I scrolled through my shitty algorithm under the covers.
First of all, some good news! I’m not getting banned by TikTok, I’m just a fucking idiot. I fell for the latest prank on the app. I discovered this after I received yet another – but slightly different – warning during an afternoon stream. This time around, I did more research and figured out what was happening: a combination of display names and profile pics to make you think you’re getting some sort of admin notification. I blocked a bunch of the offending pranksters and hopefully won’t need to deal with as many of them in the future. Sadly, searching for and blocking 30+ randos has fucked my feed’s algorithm. Now, if I could un-fuck my Twitter account, I’d be golden.
I spent most of yesterday working on some pants. The “sheet” I started with was homemade, and the sizing was definitely not a standard sheet. I’m pretty sure it was probably nothing more than a couple of yards of fabric someone ran through a sewing machine to keep the edges intact. Not only was it shorter than most sheets I’ve found, but it was also a little bit narrower. I almost always trim some of their width. However, because of the non-standard sizing of the sheet, I probably could have left it uncut*.
Since this particular sheet was shorter than usual, I added some length with a contrasting waist and ankle cuffs. It’s always loads of fun to deal with pleats, trying to squish 85″ of pants into a 50″-inch waistband. This is my third pair with the waist/ankle extras, and I think my work is looking better. The floral fabric came from the finished edge of the sheet I used for the last pair of pants. Honestly, it’s way better as a trim than actual pants. I’m impressed I kept the lace intact. While I don’t have any pics of the finished project yet, they turned out quite nicely. They’re quite pretty and the legs very full, but they’re not really my style.
We only have one shift between Shawshank and the weekend. This morning, I might go up to his shop to pick up some sheets from his boss. At the moment, the vacuum is running. I’ll hold off doing human shit until it finishes rearranging the cat’s dishes and eating power cords. As usual, we’re going out to dinner after work. I’m packing up a tote bag (or two) of “stock” for the two ladies interested in buying some pants. I’m wicked nervous. I’m terrible about setting prices, and I constantly worry that I’m overcharging. Shawshank told me “no bartering”.
* I cut them anyway – it cuts the weight of the pants as a whole but doesn’t affect the way they look.
