Thursday, April 14, 2011

Stupid zippers.

So today I was hoping to get the corset dress done. The zippers were finally all done and after I sewed all the pieces together, I thought it wouldn't take much longer. As I mentioned before, there are two zippers. One that is a chunky zipper that separates on the inside and a blind zipper on the outside. When Edwin tried to open the separating zipper, it wouldn't separate. We were both baffled and didn't know why this was so difficult. It looked like the end of the zipper was cut off but I was sure I didn't cut off the bottom of the zipper. That would mean I would have cut through plastic and I would've noticed that. I thought I was going crazy because the zipper was not separating. After about ten minutes of pulling and frustration, Edwin realized something. The zipper that was put in the dress was not a separating zipper! It was a regular zipper that goes to the bottom but doesn't separate. Oh. My. God. So now I'll have to redo those pattern pieces and the dress didn't get finished. Ugh. When I went to get an actual separating zipper, the bubble guy was back and there were a bunch of people around him watching.


I got done early again today since Edwin was supposed to hang out with Nick and his parents (they had a change of plans but I still left early) so I went to the bead store. I discovered something excited. After two years of being covered by a huge plastic thing for construction, you can finally see the palace again!


When I was walking on Dam Square, I saw this little memorial of the guy who lit himself on fire last week. He was an Irani refugee and he and other refugees were about to be put out of the country. He was a journalist and was unpopular in Iran so he had to flee for his safety. He had no where else to go so he burned himself to get attention for other refugees. 






The bead store.

The beads I got.

When I got back, I went to have dinner at my Aunt and Uncle house with my cousin Fleur. It's so nice to be able to go have dinner there. It's a little difficult when I'm in Florida. You know, with those 8000 Kilometers and that Ocean thing.

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