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After having two violent altercations with my sewing machine in the course of half an hour, including the cooling off time in which I went to the other side of the house, I have decided that today is not a good day to finish Sarah's corset for Jen's wedding. (yes, if you want to know why it isn't done, it's because it just spit the remnants of two needles back at me. One was a denim weight one. And no, I didn't try to sew through the bone.) The front half is done being sewn (needs 12 eyelets now, each side. I'm glad I bought the pliers....) and the back half is pinned. This is the only really interesting part of my day so far.... Art history has gotten up to the modern bits, up to the 1920s and Picasso. Only one piece by Braque, whom I always consifered suoerior. Anyway. It's been a bit of a boring day, though I dreamed a fairy tale, which I'm rather poorly trying to write down.