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Every time I think I'm getting better, I get pulled back. There is something about knowing that 40 hours of work is worth less* than a round piece of metal that makes me like ... "what is the point of even bothering, then? If my usefulness is of less value than a brake rotor?"

*technically "just a bit more than", but taxes, you know

I was going to eat lunch at Dish, because it's not open on Sundays and I usually have Saturday as my "wind-down" day and don't get out of the house until later. But I kind of lost my appetite for paying someone else for food. Of course, I still have to go to the grocery store because I have no srs food in the house, but that's different. Now to force myself to buy all that fabric I need.

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I forgot, in all my whining before! Someone actually bought the ca. 1970 "Gypsy Vest" knitting/crochet pattern book I had on Etsy. Not for very much, but (more than I paid for it, and) I've gotten something out of my home that I did not want in it. Well done, me.

Sewed a lot of channels today - bustle and corset. I stopped at the hardware store for big cable ties (for the former), but they didn't have any, so I'm thinking I'll try doubled reed and when that doesn't work out, go to Home Depot after work.

Right now I'm working on scaling up an ~1840 pattern, because I've got the fabric and I need something for the railroad thing in July (bustle gown is defs not going to be ready). I'm going to die of heatstroke, but there you are.