I am full of failsauce today. I accidentally stood Anna up last night because I had to go out to dinner with some clients and forgot we'd made plans. I ask you, my friends, this as an act of mercy: if we make plans, please remind me the day before. Because right now, my brain is a mushy mess of deadlines. Anyway, we rescheduled for Monday, but I still feel crappy. Crappy and busy, as the office is chockablock full of important clients today and the mood is a bit frenetic. And five hours of sleep does not a pleased Christina make.

Also? I fail at sewing. My mission is to finish my new red brocade dance bra, though very likely not in time for this weekend. I need practice time more than I need sewing time, and I am quite frankly tired of stabbing myself in the fingers. And when that's done, re-sew my black bra with comfy straps. But that should be much easier-- stretch, unpatterned fabric for the win. Or I could save myself the hassle and buy a Flyingskirts form. Because honest to god, you guys. I like decorating the things, but I am ABSOLUTELY NO GOOD at covering bras with fabric, and I'd rather just fork over the cash and spare myself the frustration. Unless one of you guys are handy with a needle and would let me pay you instead? Bueller?

If I make it to Sunday, I will have a relaxing day of finishing commissions. Then I can start on the August update. Many many cute earrings and some pretty brass necklaces. I just have to make it that long. :)