Elevator Music?

I admit it.
My stitching is terrible.

For the past fifteen minutes i have been trying to get a backstitch done. Alas,the cloth has torn and a big vortex is left in its place.I poked and prodded and now my whole finger can go through.

I will never become one of those demure vintage English ladies who wear corsets and sips tea with her pinky sticking out.

Whose stitches are as perfect and as tiny as you please.

Some old teacher from the English Finishing school:

Ah look at this girl's stitches.The back and front stitch is a mirror of perfection...

The old teacher to me:
Are we trying to kill the cloth.Hold your needle like it is air not some dagger held by a murderer.

Actually i don't doubt that there are bound to be some home econs teacher who fawns over the threads of utmost perfection.

Perhaps i shall go back to murdering the cloth.Its not quite dead yet.

I can't wait to see Ms Gwee's face when she sees it.

Sew and murder.