I’m a Big Meanie
Posted 11 August, 08on:
Capt Sharp finished his jacket. It is awesome! He is so very pleased. The last threads were barely clipped on the jacket when he started talking about making a shirt. He had originally planned to find at shirt at the thrift shop. The sewing bug bit him hard. No thrift shop shirt would suffice, not when one can take flat fabric and turn it into something amazing. I tried to explain that I just did not have any more time to help him sew before the show opens. I told him I would be happy to sew it for him if he got the fabric.
My phone rang yesterday. “I have the fabric all cut out. Can I come over and sew?” Ugh. I had to be the big meanie and refuse. A virus is threatening to set up housekeeping in my throat. After playing chauffeur all morning, I really, really wanted to curl up in bed for a bit before the long rehearsal this evening. His response was, “What about tomorrow?” More ugh. I finally had to flat out tell him that if he wants this shirt for the show, he needs to let me sew it in the spare moments I can find during the day. When I mentioned that I sometimes sew at 2 a.m. when I can’t sleep, he said, “Sometimes I’m up at 2 a.m. too….” There was a hopeful glint in his voice, like perhaps I would say, “Sure, let’s get together to sew at 2 a.m.” I am thrilled that he is so enthusiastic. I hate to turn him away. However, I cannot be sick for the show. (Not that my part is all *that* crucial to the plot.) I can get the shirt done, but I don’t have the time or energy to teach someone how to do it.
The irony is I think he could sew the shirt on his own if he had a sewing machine. No, I am not loaning him my Viking Lily. He’s lucky I’m letting him touch my machine. Not many people are allowed to do that, not even Hubski.
Tomorrow, if I am feeling better, I might let him come over and sew part of the shirt. I am such a sucker for an enthusiastic student.