I'm a little put out this morning. Normally I don't turn on the heat until late October or early November. It's a big attempt to save money. But with daily highs in the 50's and lows in the 30's and 40's combining with a cold rain for the past few days, the house took on a chill. Rod took out the window air conditioners over the weekend, which helped some, but last night he got the heaters ready to turn on. I haven't done it yet, every time I go the the thermostat, my hand just won't turn the dial. It's not too bad in here this morning. And by the weekend, it will be back in the 70's.
Isn't it funny how one simple word can make a difference. Yesterday I worked on some little purses. I know the room isn't finished, but I had an itch to sew. And since I'm the boss . . . Any way, I decided to finish one completely before finishing the other 8 that I had started. Good decision. It's all done, and I hate the way it looks. Zippers have never been my strong suit, and this was no exception. However, the pouch just looked wimpy. I reread the directions, and discovered I missed one simple word - interfaced. According to About.com, the definition for interfacing is: a usually unseen interior addition to various parts of a garment which adds body that the fabric alone would not add. Yep, makes a big difference. So now I have to tear the zippers out of the 8 that I didn't finish completely. And add the all-important interfacing. I guess it could be worse. I'm off to rip! Have a good day.