And I sigh.

The last day of class is next class, and all I want to do is cry and never step out of my classroom ever.

(Can I just stay forever?)

So in preparation for tomorrow, I baked some cookies. After all, a picnic is a great way to spend the last break of the class, right?

I surely do think so!

And in case you were wondering, they were chocolate-chip vegan cookies, as I eat cruelty-free nowadays. (And to clear it up, a vegan diet doesn’t equal kale, quinoa, and health-foods all the time, even though I do love me some kale.)

They still taste absolutely fabulous, though, in my opinion. I might just be biased. Oops.

My goals for tomorrow are:

1.)    To not bawl. At all. Some tears are okay, but don’t go overboard, self.

2.)    To get the majority of my dress done. Hopefully everything but the hems. That might just be wishful thinking, however.

3.)    To have fun, of course! That’s the best way, in my opinion, to round out a goals list. Nice and happy and positive.

I say good-bye for now.

Tomorrow I say hello to my final class. Then there’s a good-bye that’s a bit more permanent.

Tessa

There’s only one class left. Which is totally a crying shame. And perchance even a crime too!

I jest, I jest.

So on Saturday, I first had a panic attack. I had taken out some bags that were presumably full of fabric, and just fabric.

However, I thought that I had accidentally taken my zipper out, as I could not find it in my pile of fabric in the little closet where our stuff is kept while we’re not there.

After I got over my initial panicking, I went back into the closet to see if I had just overlooked it.

There was no zipper.

Though there was an awfully familiar bag.

So I went and looked in the bag.

It was my bag. In there was my zipper. My behind was saved! My dress could be made!

I then set up my machine with the cool invisible zipper foot, and sewed on my invisible zipper.

It was a blast; invisible zippers are super easy to put in, not to mention amusing!

Then I just sewed and sewed some more.

Afterwards, I went to the subway and traveled to Brooklyn.

I ended up exiting in Bushwick, and I found that the part of it which I was in to be very industrial.

The Shop-Up was in a bar, so with the large amount of people there it was jam-packed.

The food was delish, though. I wish I could eat lunch there every day. Yum!

There was chocolate, cookies, cinnamon buns, and a whole lot of other desserts, all cruelty-free. There was other food, too. I had a delish sandwich. It was seitan BBQ, I believe. It was spicy and perfect and so yummy, wow. (Hail seitan!)

I totally recommend going over there, if you’re in the area. It’s monthly, I believe.

Totally wishing it was Saturday forever,

Tessa

So it still hasn’t processed completely that there are only two classes left. Like, how can that be possible? Months have passed already?

But it feels like just last week I started high school?! And like it feels like yesterday when I first arrived at FIT, too?! What is this sorcery?

Let’s focus on the present, though. Or perhaps just next class. It’s close enough.

Being that I am not a mind reader, I just have to outline what I’d like to get done next class…

I’d like to finish the majority of my dress.

However, I do understand that that is a long shot, so I’d at least like to get to finish up the main part, the body of the dress, I guess, but not necessarily the sleeves. (And necessarily is a really hard word, for me to spell. It took Google’s help to figure it out. Oops.)

Anyways, I do wish that that can be completed, and that I’ll be able to wear the dress, as the weather’s starting to shape up, finally!

(Just ignore all the rain we had this week. It never happened. Wink-wink-nudge-nudge.)

Oh, also, after class I am taking the subway to Brooklyn for the Vegan Shop-up! All I’m really thinking is that it will be food galore, me-oh-my!

Dress…I hope that you will be finished soon! ♥

-Tessa

Tuesdays are always sort of a ‘meh’ day…and I am writing this on a Tuesday.

It always seems a day of longing; it is close enough to the weekend for me to reminisce and wish that weekends never ended, yet far away enough for the small acute details to start to fade away from my memories.

Though I always say that I am done with the week by first period on Monday morning, Tuesday is when it really sits in.

So I start looking forwards.

The weekend is only three days away by Wednesday eve, the end of the day on Tuesday.

Being that with the weekend comes FIT.; there is only three days until I’m sitting behind my favorite machine facing towards the door, threading my machine, getting my bobbin straight, sewing the zipper on my dress, trimming the threads, all the things that I’ve come to really enjoy and expect from my Saturdays.

Last class, which feels like ages ago (see explanation above), I got all of the fabric for my dress cut out and started to sew and such. I did not get much done, as cutting the stuff out is really, really time consuming and annoying, in my (100% truthful) opinion.

Other than sewing, our professor showed us the video from the fashion show that displayed, if I recall correctly, the designs of the students receiving their bachelor degrees.

It was quite interesting, and from what I saw, the students’ designs were pretty and pretty well rounded.

I didn’t pay total attention, though, as I was cutting out my fabric. (Don’t tell my professor!)

Grrr, fabric, why are you so difficult to cut?

‘Tis the tidbit from this week!

Au revoir! (I feel in a French mood today. Mais, c’est la vie! “But, that is life!”)

-Tessa

Hello all;

I cannot believe that after this nearest class that there will only be two left…

There’s three more left, with next class being the third to last.

That, in my opinion, is not nearly enough; I feel that I just went up those escalators for the first time.

Anyway, now’s not the time for reminiscing. Three more is more than none more!

I don’t have much else to say, however.

All I really have to say is that I’m planning on cutting out the fabric for my dress and perhaps even starting it.

(I’d say starting it with more certainty if it had not taken me so long to cut the pattern in the first place!)

-Tessa