Jeans workshop

I'm not going to lie to you my lovelys but right now I'm a lil pissed...

Wait not drunk pissed just you know angry pissed

"That's what a drunk person would say" 

SHUT THE F*CK UP

As you know  I find sewing machines very disturbing
They just gobble up fabric like a a group of girls at  after a night out off there face drunk, at 2am in Maccies just destroying a Burger, side order of fries, Mcflurry and a family box of some chicken nuggets...

each...


I think today was definitely the first workshop that I didn't enjoy.
Not because I found it difficult, trust me James loves a challenge
Not because I was bored
It was just the fact that everything seemed to go wrong
Like I had to do everything more than twice because I f*cked it up the first and second time.

I was also soooo far behind everyone
When I finished everyone had already gone home half an hour before
It felt like a crushing defeat

And what I got out of it was some poorly stitched short calico jeans that looked like regular jeans that had lived a lifetime of holidays in Ibiza. Tanned and un-threaded to shit.


All that's missing is a complex of Jager stains and a sprinkle of coke in the pockets.