… you know how it is? You wait 2 months for a blog post and then 2 come along at once (not that I think anyone has been losing sleep over my lack of blogging, or in any way “waiting” for a post from me).
So, generally I use a rotary cutter to… well, to cut things out – I can’t think of many other things I would use it for. The day I got it I fell for the awesome ease of use, and the speed compared to scissors. And I always knew that it was quite necessarily sharp, but I never , until I read a post by Sewaholic Tasia, back in August, thought to be scared by it. (and don’t worry; this is not going to be a cautionary tale with a gory ending, it’s just a load of random waffle)
But these days, every time I use it I can’t help but think of watching Casualty* back in the ’90s, where the episode would start in somebody’s house, and you just knew that an accident was about to occur (“don’t dry your hair in the bathroom!” “watch that dangling kettle lead – the dog is jumping up!” “Knives! children! aaargh!”…). I now narrate my cutting in my head (“Cut AWAY from your fingers, you fool!” “Put that DOWN before you scratch your head” “PUT THE BLADE AWAY!!!”) and yet I still slice away with blithe disregard for my personal safety.
Now, the geographically closest sewing blogger to me I know of is Ali over at Thimberlina. She’s a paramedic, but there surely must be better ways of arranging a meet-up than slicing my own hand in two… (or losing an eye – honestly, I didn’t realise I was scratching my head with an unsheathed cutter in my hand until my vision was filled with sharpened steel and the voice in my head shouted at me!)
So far I have been lucky, but I think I should add to my resolutions to take more care when using sharp tools!
Anyways, my cutter is on my mind because I have managed to find my sewing room under the piles of “I’ll find a home for that later” crap, and I have got around to cutting out a Moss mini skirt – made rather less mini for my decidedly un-mini gams. (And cut out rather badly, I might add – I kept finding that my bottom layer of fabric was shifting as I cut, but in my haste to get back to sewing I carried on…)
And I guess I must feel as if I have 2 months worth of blogging to get out of my system, otherwise I would be sewing, not typing right now. (You know when you’ve been on your own for a few hours, and as soon as you see somebody you just talk at them for half an hour? I feel a bit like that about writing down my inconsequential thoughts).
If I’m honest I might also feel a slight trepidation about getting back into it. I don’t think I have the energy to deal if this does not go together easily, so there is a chance I am just stalling a wee bit…
Enough! I shall gird my loins and get back to it. I’ll see you back here, either in tears or a new skirt.
* for those who are not aware of Casualty (the longest-running emergency medical drama television series in the world, apparently. I think it is still going; I just haven’t watched it since the 90s), another example could be the Final Destination films, which do the best potentially fatal accident set-ups ever!