I've had three pairs of pants in my sewing room waiting to be hemmed for, oh, three weeks now. I haven't hemmed them because I've been wearing skirts more, but last night before I went to bed, I thought, "I miss my brown, green, and pink plaid pants and I want to wear them tomorrow with my pink sweater. I'll have plenty of time to hem them and wash and dry my hair in the morning!" and then I went softly to sleep. Until my alarm(s) went off between 6:05 and 6:31 AM. I thought about staying in bed for a few more minutes, and then remembered that I was going to hem some pants. "10 minutes," I thought. "Maybe 15."
However, when I got to the sewing room at 6:50, I had to try them on because I hadn't marked them earlier. Then I had to press out the old hem, which involved setting up my sleeve board, finding the spray bottle, and plugging the iron in after moving the lamp. Then I had to find thread that matched. Then I decided to do a blind hem instead of regular hem. Then I had to change presser feet and wind a bobbin of the thread that was close enough but not perfect. And then I had to adjust the stitch width. Then I had to press again. Then I had to put everything away.
Then I looked at the clock. And it was 7:15. The hair is curly-dried-naturally today instead of the smoothed-with-hairdryer-and-round-brush look I was aiming for, but the pants are hemmed and I made it to work on time (barely).
Remind me to make sure I have matching thread for the other two pairs of pants the night BEFORE I want to wear them.
