So, I figured I could sew. My sisters all do to some extent. My mom does. Her mom, my grandmother, had silk worms, made her own thread from the cocoons, and created fabric and embroidery from the thread. That's nuts.
No, really, look at the process (from wiki):
If the moths were allowed to emerge from the cocoons, they would make holes in the silk thread. Silkworm farmers kill the pupas inside the cocoons by baking them in a hot oven. Then they soak the cocoons in boiling water to loosen the threads. A person finds the end of the thread and places it on a winding bobbin. Then a machine unrolls the cocoon, winding the silk from five cocoons together to make one silk thread. Then the thread is woven into cloth.
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I can't sew. And don't like it anyway. Evidence that I am fascinated with it on some level (probably for the same reason I grew up loving giraffes) presented in the form of my latest objet du desir:
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Also, when I realized mid-morning (and away from home) that my debit card was not in my wallet (presumably at home), it took me a full 10 minutes to find a way out of the puzzle maze: walk into a brick and mortar bank and withdraw funds. doh.
