Regrets

When I turned 30 someone, bizarrely, asked me if I had any regrets. I told him I didn't.

Today I have my first regret. I regret agreeing to make gathered net petticoats for my friends. Mainly because I asked for measurements back in April and it has taken until July to get them all. I now have one month to make the petticoats*.

I will never do that again without a very long list of caveats.

I am miffed.


* I agreed to make four petticoats. I had my first set of measurements given to me at the end of June and two more sets of measurements given to me in the past week. The remaining person hasn't contacted me at all so she won't be getting a petticoat.