Wednesday: Get off work early, help my friend who's hosting thanksgiving make pies, and set up the turkey brine. Dream about tasty pies.
Thursday: Cut out bodice front. Feel like a boss. Make trifle and creamed corn and use oven for casseroles and bacon. Feel stuffy in the evening, which is not a good sign.
BTW, here's the bodice all cut out, two layers of cotton canvas, and one of cotton batting:
Friday: Wake up stuffed and congested. Sit at sewing machine to quilt together bodice layers, only to have the machine not working. Remember the morning of Collegium, when in a pre-event rush the broken-spring foot pedal was left to run the machine on full power for twenty minutes. Curse. Take offending pedal to Bernina shop, where they miraculously had an identical spring to replace the broken one. Sit at sewing machine a second time, only to find that the fixed-spring pedal is still broken. Electrics are probably fried, which is a much worse situation than a broken spring. Curse. Determine to hell with it, the bodice is getting quilted tonight, and look up pad stitching. Nurse an entire roll of toilet paper throughout the day, play a bit of Mario Kart with friend's family. Try not to spread too many germs. Finally get Mucinex at 10:00 pm so sleep can be possible.
Saturday: Finish quilting bodice. Feel like a handsewing boss.
Take machine back to bernina shop, pay $25 for a new universal presser foot retrofitted with the original wiring of the sewing machine. Express love and devotion to the awesome professionals at the bernina shop. Go to Zupa's for soup. Go home intending to work on bodice, but sleep for four hours instead.