While I was gardening last week I dropped my phone. Now for years I’ve been dropping phones from great heights and they’ve always survived. How impressively robust, eh? This time it fell about a foot out of my pocket and the screen is horribly shattered. It still works. Apple will charge £130 to replace it, EE (my service provider) want £100 up front just to ‘upgrade’ early. So my plan was to get Timpsons to do it – I didn’t realise till I broke the screen that they did phone repairs, as I think of them as a cobbler and key-cutter – as they’ll only charge £50. Only like everywhere else, they’re now closed, so who knows when the phone will be fixed? I think Fate wants me to stop stressing myself out on social media and has kindly made my phone less available!
I am very stressed. No surprise there; I could get gold in the Anxiety Olympics. So this morning, having woken up and had a bit of a cry, I took my betablocker and decided to minimise my social media and news viewing. Once a day is enough for news, Instagram fine a couple of times a day, and Twitter probably best left alone for a bit. That gives me all the more time for blogs – I don’t view those as ‘social media’, they’re more thoughtful and take more time than the other major forms – and things like reading and sewing.
I made some adjustments to the bodice, but wasn’t 100% sure it was going to work, so I used the remnants of an old sheet to mock up the basic structure. As always, I managed to get the fit fine at shoulder and waist level, but it was nowhere near roomy enough at the bust, so the mockup may have taken extra time but has saved me wasting good fabric. Working a full bust adjustment ought to keep me out of mischief when I get a spare moment. (I’m working from home, as is Mr Robot.)
I had planned to wear the dress on our trip to Malaga in May, but that's obviously unlikely to happen now. It'll be just as nice to wear in the garden, I'm sure.
Stay safe, and enjoy what sunshine you can get!