It is one o'clock in the morning and I have just finished the patternI have been working on for over a week for TAT. It was a big one and I am really pleased with what I have accomplished. I am also more than a little puzzled at my behaviour as I neared the end of the exercise.
It is this late because I decided that before I finished the piece, I really needed, NEEDED, to get out the Aero shuttle that I don't ever use. I figured I might be able to make it usable with a few minor modifications..
The above is what ensued.
Before I got to that part, just look at the havoc I managed to wreak.
Actually, the idea was good, but the shuttle is toast; I did not have the right file for the plastic, so aside from the guillotined hook, the shortened end is very rough and uneven, a result of maltreatment with a nail file.
Why, when I only had about an hour left, did I even think of doing this, let alone, actually carrying out my ill-conceived plan? Fear of endings? Self-sabotage?
Oh well; I am content with my finished tatted exercise,, and whatever THAT was about, I will not be repeating the bizarre ritual, as I have no more Aeros to mutilate! I do not plan on acquiring these shuttles again. Good thing. Good night.