Last night I went to my perfect pants class. I had cut out my green wool plaid pants and perfectly matched the plaids. The darts in said pants were a vision of perfection, if I may say so myself, and the seat of said pants doesn't look like I am wearing a diaper that has, well...shall we say a full load, in the back.
Then came the zipper. The gnashing of teeth and tearing of hair was legendary in their proportions.
First, I put the freakin zipper up the side of one of the pant legs.. At the bottom of the leg. And it was really a shame because I had inserted said invisible zipper perfectly. Then I put the darn thing in in side out.
After ripping it out for the third time I decided just to watch everyone else and turn my sewing machine off.
Tomorrow is another day - and I shall conquer that zipper after a nice long nap!