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Aug. 23rd, 2015 07:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chocolatepotLast night I came across someone in the vintage sewing machines group on FB who said that she couldn't sew for herself because her mother had instilled such a high level of self-criticism in her, and then she shared some pictures of things she'd made and her mother's comments - and it made me so sad, because a) this sounds exactly like the way my great-grandmother treated my grandmother (her graduation dress was beautiful but she was pretty awful) and b) my mom is soooo supportive of my ridiculous sewing projects, even if she does point out the same little mistakes that I point out to other people. So I texted her and when she finally got back to me around 9:30 I ended up having to troubleshoot her phone data/WiFi problem via text for about 45 minutes. No good deed etc.
I finally decided I should probably be using sewing machine oil instead of 3-in-1, so I went to the Walmart in Potsdam and used it as an opportunity to get a few other things I've been kind of wanting but not enough to actually drive somewhere in town and get them (or I want to get something just above bottom-of-the-line and you can only get bottom-of-the-line here). But this is College Students Coming In weekend, and so not only Potsdam and Clarkson students were there but also Canton and SLU ones, because we don't have a Walmart. Anyway, that's my convoluted intro to saying that it was an AWFUL trip. There were a ton of people moving slowly and I already go kind of vague in big stores like that, so I was probably walking around like a zombie. And I knew that everybody thought I was a student whose parents forgot to get them a vacuum and a pillow and some tools and sheets. Just awkward.
I finally decided I should probably be using sewing machine oil instead of 3-in-1, so I went to the Walmart in Potsdam and used it as an opportunity to get a few other things I've been kind of wanting but not enough to actually drive somewhere in town and get them (or I want to get something just above bottom-of-the-line and you can only get bottom-of-the-line here). But this is College Students Coming In weekend, and so not only Potsdam and Clarkson students were there but also Canton and SLU ones, because we don't have a Walmart. Anyway, that's my convoluted intro to saying that it was an AWFUL trip. There were a ton of people moving slowly and I already go kind of vague in big stores like that, so I was probably walking around like a zombie. And I knew that everybody thought I was a student whose parents forgot to get them a vacuum and a pillow and some tools and sheets. Just awkward.
