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The wonderful thing about doing a big ham dinner is that there's no need to cook today. Which is quite nice, as it's rather warm and I don't feel like cooking. I've got to scrub down the stove, and I'm considering cleaning the oven while I'm at it.

I fixed the bust of my Eileen dress, though! Took an industrial strength support bra that had frayed away through the straps and sewed it into an insert. I still need to take care of the folded over bit below the bust, but that shouldn't be too difficult.

Youko's shirt should be finished today, too. There's only one week until Sabo. I will not panic. I will not panic. I will calmly do everything I need to do. Right now I'm going to reply to some RP posts, intro themotherreborn, and fix myself a sandwich.

To productivity!

Is This Thing Safe?

I'm doing some heat-bonding for trim, and I discovered I did not have an iron. So I went and asked my mother if she had one. She said she did. She procured it for me and I gaped in horror. It looks to be about circa 1970, is covered with dust to the point where the orangish yellow surface appears gray, and gives them impression of being remarkably unsafe. It is dangerous. It is an iron from the depths of the ages, a giant unwieldy thing that looks as though it will leap from the counter and sear my throat in a fit of elderly rage. I can feel it's resentment at being woken from its sound slumber radiating off of it. It is an iron straight from a Stephen King novel.

But it's the only iron I've got.

Wish me luck.