I hate seaming. It’s tedious. A complete bitch. HATE YOU, SEAMING! Hate it. Hate it. Hate it. Hate it. Hate it.
I don’t know if you knew this about me or not, but I HATE SEAMING. A LOT.
Anyway, the problem with hating seaming is that I want to do it fast and dirty. I just want to get it over with, but my personality won’t let me.
I am what is known as a perfectionist. I don’t just have perfectionist tendencies, I am, what some people might call, a little obsessive with the perfection. Just a skosh. This craziness with the perfection is something that I have, for the most part, learned to embrace.
Except when it comes to seaming. I wish I could drop the perfectionist ways with the seaming, because it makes me a little crazy. I hate seaming, and yet I must do it perfectly. Why? WHY?
Anyway, my hatred of seaming and my perfectionism have been at war.
So far the score looks like this:
Perfectionism: 2 Hatred of Seaming: 0
What am I trying to say? I seamed the second sleeve to the body last night. All that is left is seaming the sides of the sweater and then I can wear the bitch. If it’ll stop being 70 degrees in January.
Wait, HOW do you feel about seaming? I’m unclear.
Hate it. HATE IT. HATE IT. HATE IT. Is it clear now?