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Something to laugh over August 30, 2010

Having just been back from my Bangkok weekend (we were away for a friend’s wedding), I’ve just done a bit of surfing on dress-making. Which, from the looks of it, is going to be my next project for the coming months.

Just last week I was all in a flurry trying to get the right dress that would be appropriate for a traditional Thai wedding. However I found it hard-going with my minimal budget and the limited choices in this city of Khon Kaen.

A friend of mine suggested over FB to make my own- a suggestion which I dismissed and brushed away. Until I went dress-shopping in BKK and realised that decent eveningwear cost approx THBT5,000 upwards.

So this is where I am right now- gearing up for yet another Thai wedding in a few months and deciding to get into dressmaking

Read this funny post and identified with the truth behind it.

People do think you can mend all things the moment you own a sewing machine. I myself have had 3 weird suggestions thrown at me!

Excerpt from the Selfish Seamstress blog:

Dear Selfish Seamstress,

First of all, I love your blog.

Second, the real reason I’m emailing you – I had a “what would selfish
seamstress do?” moment and had to share it.

I work in a restaurant and my next-door neighbor happens to be a co-worker.  He thinks we’re friends while I view him as simply someone I work with.  He works the opposite shift I do so I rarely ever see him (I work early AM and he works afternoon/evenings) but one morning I come in to work and he is still there.  He makes some awkward chit-chat and then brings up how his chef pants are too long for him.  I’m in the zone and trying to plan out my day, which has had a wrench thrown into it by someone still being in the kitchen when I’m supposed to have it to myself.  I say something like “That sucks,” and go about my business. (Side note: whenever my chef pants are a little too long I simply roll the waistband over once and ta da, problem solved.  Why this option has never occurred to him, I have no idea…)

Then the following exchange took place.

Lame-o guy: “So, you have a sewing machine, right?”
Me: “Yes.”
LG: “Can you hem pants?”
Me: “Yes, but I don’t like to do it.”
LG: “Oh, well would you hem my pants?”

(At this point he’s been all up in my business for about an hour and I
desperately want him to leave me in peace.  Which route to take?  Say yes in
hopes that he’ll leave or say no and be a complete bitch and hope that he’ll get
the hint and leave?

Me: (WWSSD?)  ”What’s in it for me?”
LG: “I dunno, whatever you want I guess.” (Said with a slight sexual induendo)
Me: “Oh well when you put it that way, no I will not hem your pants.”
LG: “What!?  Why not?”
Me: “You have nothing I want and I already said that I don’t like hemming
pants.  Now please go home and leave me to work in peace.”
LG: “Why do you hate me?”
Me: “Find someone else to do your hemming.”

-end of conversation-

So in conclusion I would like to thank you for teaching me your selfish ways.
Seriously, without your blog on my mind I probably would have just said yes and done it begrudgingly.  Now I have the power of selfishness on my side and I can spend my time sewing stuff for me and don’t have to dread hemming LG’s pants.

Thanks again!
-Rachel