I’ve been hovering on the edge of migraine country ever since my head exploded last wednesday night. The 90°F temps over the weekend — when i was taking a papermaking class that was outside almost half the time — really didn’t help. My most reliable migraine trigger is heat+light. Yes, i moved away from the East Coast to escape the hot summers.
Earlier this week i began to have a sinking feeling that i’d chosen the wrong paper for the cover of Cipher #2. The more i thought about the paper, the more i realized it’s much better suited to what i have in mind for Cipher #3. (Yes, i’m already thinking about Cipher #3. But then, i’m often thinking about what i’m going to do with my next zine, and so far i don’t think the “next zine”s have ever been what i once thought they might be, altho’ the ideas always go on the back burner for some future project.) I thought i’d just push thru’ this hesitation since i’d already had about 25 copies made of the inside covers. But today i finally copied off a few of the outside covers and i knew instantly that, yes, this is the wrong paper for this zine. It’s hard to explain why, i just knew as i picked up the cover from the copier that it was wrong wrong wrong. I think tomorrow’s scooter ride is going to include a stop by Paper Zone so i can pick out something different. I’m thinking maybe something in a grey tone.
Tonight felt like a night for sewing. A few weeks ago i’d cut out the pieces for a new skirt, so i sat down at the machine and started putting it together. Andy had a party to go to, so it was just me and my sewing and my music. (And the cats, but they were off doing their things at the other end of the apartment.) My goal was to get as far as both side seams before calling it quits. Naturally, when i switched over to the zipper foot the machine stopped cooperating. I slightly loosened the tensions (upper tension and bobbin tension). Nope. I changed the needle. Nope. Not only would it not sew on the zipper, it wouldn’t even sew the piece of scrap fabric i test stitches on. Sigh. Thanks to complaining on Twitter, Andy and i already have a date to sit down with the trouble-shooting guide tomorrow to try to figure this out. Please don’t conk out on me, 50-year-old sewing machine! I’m sorry my usual sewing machine mechanic died! I miss Gma, too!!
On the positive side: I never did come down with a full-blown migraine, and my zine really is finished except for the covers, and this skirt will be as awesome as i thought it was going to be.
Now i’m going to curl up with one of my new papermaking books and just expect that tomorrow will be awesome.
PS: Tinnitus still sucks. This horrible shrieking in my ears can stop any time.