I finished sewing on all the spangles
Well, all except the one I just found on the carpet, anyway. Have you spotted the problem yet?
I rang Neil, and he said 249 spangles in 10grammes, and I thought, “Ooh that sounds like loads, that’ll do!” Then I got them and laid a few out on the piece to see what they looked like, realised I was going to need more, and got Neil to send me another 10g. Then this morning I finished sewing on the first 10g, realised I wasn’t yet halfway through, and swore a bit – well ok, swore quite a lot actaully – and rang Neil and Benton and Johnson.
Except Neil is on holiday, and apparently no one at Toye Kenning and Spencer is actaully capable of taking an order for spangles, so I have to ring back when Neil comes to work. Which is a bit crap of them.
It’s a good bit sparklier than I was expecting, but I’m assuming they’ll tarnish a bit.
Gareth has spent the day alternating between asking why I don’t just superglue on some plastic ones because they’d look exactly the same, and teasing me about turning into my mum (My mum never knowingly leaves the house without wearing more sequins than an entire cohort of Las Vegas showgirls. This is normally teamed with a pink flloyd tee-shirt)