off the frame

I think this cocksucking machine pushed me over the edge today (yes, I said that)

I won’t go into details because there’s not enough booze in the world, but it involved about 40 breaks of thread and for some completely baffling reason completely shitty tension and then absolutely perfect tension in the same area.

So! Instead of looking at it any longer I took a deep breath and struggled through my bottom border before I unpinned it. Since my frame and machine sucks it was impossible to do my left and right borders without turning the quilt, so i took it off and i’ll sleep on it and decide if I put it back on or just stick it in the closet. I’m seriously a little neauseous thinking about it.

Anyway, since it was off the frame I got some pictures of it, they’re crappy because it’s hard to photograph, but still.

The good news is I didn’t rip the fucker off, so maybe it’s not as bad as I think it is. Had it been just a fraction worse I would have ripped it off and used the remnants to cook my dinner.

In closing, here are some pictures of me when I was but a wee one before this bastard machine came into my life and made me doubt everything about myself.

and that little boy grew up to be…

and that fat guy grew up to be…

There. My gorgeousness made me feel a little better.