Last night I went to Amy’s place to help her do some tee-shirts for my friend Cristian. I say that I was there to help mainly because whenever it comes to artsy stuff, I am more than completely ready to surrender all decision-making power to her. She is clearly much more talented than myself and has a knack for making me feel kinda slow when it comes to art.
I also laugh a little when I say “help” because as I will soon explain, I was much worse than completely useless (uncharacteristic, since I usually chill out at the “mildly useful/ornamental” level of utility). Basically, one shirt that she had been working on for many a-long hour for the past few days was wrecked in seconds by myself and my Cursed Phalanges.
Not only did I burn the shirt while ironing to set the paint, but I also accidentally smeared some undried paint from some of the text over part of the shirt while bragging. It went something like this: “I’m done ironing this half of the shirt! *runs fingers down left side* All that’s left to finish this shirt is this side! *runs fingers down the right side, bringing doom and gloom to self*”. The subsequent passionary cursing and attempts to pull BLACK FABRIC PAINT off of WHITE-BLUE COTTON were obviously not going to fix anything.
I thank her for not freaking out or getting angry with me (though I’m sure she was more than a little disappointed)… I did most of the freaking out and self-loathing. In any case, I’m going to be starting over with a new shirt that hopefully I will have by tonight. I’m just glad Amy’s been a dear about it. *sigh*
I should just chop my hands off. Needless to say, I’ve learnt my lesson and I’ll be much more careful in the future.