26 (length of zipper) x 2 (sides) = 52 (total length) + 26 (sewed one side twice) = 78 inches x 15 (minutes) = 1125 (minutes total) to rip out a stinking zipper that I have put in Denim. So is that right? 19.5 hours it's goin to take me to rip it out?
Mind you this is after ripping it out once already after machine sewing. I also sewed it in by hand once. I've based the zipper in three times. I basted closed the opening one time. To be fair it wasn't all my misdoings; my machine acted up as well. I thought I fixed it, but no. I'm getting WADS of bobbin hair.
So when I get done, do you think the zipper will still be usable? Will I have shredded the sweater? Should I find another way to amuse myself? Is knitting really relaxing, or will it shorten my lifespan? Is it too much to ask for a Perfect Zipper in my dang sweater?
Mrs. Bear, a true friend I've met online, has kindly referred me to every zipper blogger out there. Yes, I've read them all. What have I learned? I will NEVER EVER decide to put a zipper in a sweater again (at least till next time).
NOW, on a more positive note:
People that buy fountains for their yards NEVER have water running in them - NOT ONE - well, one - my friend Genevieve, but she's odd). I say this because I really wanted one for a while. Now I know I don't. They don't have water running in them for one reason or another - motor burned out, water evaporates too quickly, water shortage... How is this positive? I didn't waste money on one!
I saw a raccoon on my ride! I don't live in the woods. The raccoon was as startled to see me as I him!
Biking this morning made me feel less guilty for eating THREE face-size bluberry pancakes heavily coated with Mrs. Buttersworth for breakfast!
Two songs kept running through my mind as I rode: Here comes the sun, dadadadada, Here comes the sun, dooodooodooodooo, It's all right.... (that's all I know and I hummed it over and over and over) and then I feeeel Goood dadadadada I feeeel Gooood dadadaa - (that's again all I know).
JennyRae is now my virtual biking partner - like it or not, Jenny. You have no control over this. I found her blog by searching biking and knitting, really wanting to find someone right next door to bike with. How silly is that thinking? What attacted me to her blog is (a) like me, she is not 20 yrs old. I have no idea how old, but she's a decent age. I don't know what her motivation is - health, exercise, weight control, just the feel goodness of getting outdoors, but that doesn't really matter. (b) I think we are compatible in terms of length of rides. (c) She posts her miles, which gives me something to try to keep up with.
So since my start date, I ride when I can, and the first thing I do upon entering the house is see how Jenny did. So Jenny, I implore you - please don't get sick, don't go on vacation, and don't have a computer crash. I need you to keep biking.
But today when I came home from riding and looked at my zipper, I don't feeel good, dadadadada