Terrible Tragedy

Earlier, while I was cooking dinner, Karissa (10 1/2) was watching Angela sew her (Angela's) culottes in another part of the house. Now, before you read about what happens, you have to understand--Angela is (or, rather, used to be) a TERRIBLE sewer!!! She could hardly sew in a straight line for an inch, and whenever she tried to sew a seam, it was SOOOO crooked, that we had to take them out--and have someone ELSE do it. (By the way, I'm not being mean. If you ask her, she'll admit it. I think. You never know, right? =D) She had improved greatly, though--she actually sewed an almmost perfect straight line down the side seam of her culottes, roughly 33 inches! Besides already being not the *ahem* best of sewers (lol), she freaks out, as in, she goes extremely slow, and, for example, if she even THINKS the sewing machine makes a noise that it wasn't a second ago (even if we tell her it's just fine) she gets even MORE nervous (she's nervous to begin with) and, well, sort-of freaks out. At least she keeps sewing, though! Anyway, yah.

As I said, Karissa was watching Angela sew while I was cooking dinner. Karissa came over to me and told me this story: Angela was sewing along, minding her own business... sew, sew, sew... (at Ang: =P) Anyway, Karissa saw that the thread was a little crooked in one spot (just a little--no big deal. No sarcasm intended) and so, being the nice, kind, good little sister that she was, Karissa exclaimed, "*gasp* Angela, you totally messed it up!!!" Of course, Ang got all nervously freaked, and squeaked "What? Where? What did I DO?!" Of course, Karissa then told her that "Oh, Ang, I was just joking." Not before laughing, though!

Jess