The naming of the seam ripper.

I had this self chuckle last night while using my seam ripper. Anything, that you spend a reasonable amount of time holding, you should at least know its first name. I'm getting pretty darn friendly with my seam ripper. I have spent more time with it in the last three days then I have my husband. I think he's starting to get jealous of all the attention it's getting. I sat there while undoing my project (again) and thought of different names for it. Fixer of doom, sounds like I spent to much time playing Skyrim last month and well I did but that's beside the point. Pedro was to cliche'. It finally came to me. Seamy. I am naming the little guy Seamy. He's going to be my best friend in the next few months. 

Now that I've filled you in on the official naming of my seam ripper, bet that is 3 minutes of your life you want back, we'll move on to project details. About darn time, huh?  (giggle)

So the silly burp rag is finally finished. Well okay finished is probably escalating it to a sense that it's done and looks nice. Don't get your hopes up. I'm just scared that if I rip any more seams out with Seamy (like how I tossed in his name?) that the fabric will move out or fall apart in mental fatigue. Though that more accurately describes how I felt after finishing. Hmmmmmmm, either way it's done.

I learned that when leaving a hole to turn a project with curves you don't leave the hole on a curve but on a straight line. Some of you are probably saying "duh" right now and I don 't blame you. It looked like (cover the kids eyes) hell. My darling husband in what I'm sure was an attempt to save money told me to send it to our friend who is having a baby. That would be cruel and true friends would never do that to each other. It will make a great dusting rag though!