Coffee Fingers

After having been in the tunnel of fabric for what seems like forever, I can finally see the light at the end. The date of the show is rapidly approaching and accordingly, we've all lost our minds in the mad scramble to finish everything. In the last three days I've spent a total of 36 hours in the dungeon slaving over navy crepe. I've begun my sixth and final dress which is a work/masterpiece in progress. Unfortunately I still haven't finished the disaster that is number four. Actually, I placed it in a garment bag so I wouldn't have to look at it anymore and there it will remain until I decide to tackle the hot mess.

This week was filled with model fittings which, in combination with the all the sewing and flat tire my car left as a gift for me yesterday, have turned me into a caffeine addict. I'm up to about 2.5 coffees a day which with a broken coffee machine is sort of a problem. Luckily a friend of mine (you know who you are devil child) told me her dad filters the French press coffee...genius! Having decided to give homemade brew another go and save some cash I attempted to filter my coffee by placing the filter atop my to-go mug and pouring directly into that. Basically what happened was a whole lotta non-percolation. It spilled everywhere but in the cup and I was forced the hold another filter in a circular shape with one hand while trying to pour with the other...sound confusing? That's because it is, even while in action. Four coffee filters and two burnt fingers later I was left with a pretty decent tasting drink and hands that wreaked of Trader Joe's "Breakfast Blend." Even more ridiculous than that mess is that I attempted it again this morning...using the same method and expecting different results but getting the same ones. I'm pretty sure they call that insanity.

My next greatest tackle is the head pieces that will go with the dresses and I'm near positive that I'm going to die down here trying to make them because the only thing fueling me were sugar-coated candy oranges that look like sunshine smiles because that's secretly what they are. They bring happiness to everyone and anyone...or at least they did until I bought and ate every single pack the campus store had. Keep an eye out around my work area for a withering away me surrounded by empty candy bags and beads.

Side note: My devil friend forgot to tell me her dad has a contraption that holds the filter...