Bleh!

I made a stupid mistake when working on Valeria's black wool cotte. So I ended up with a) having to unpick two hand sewn seams and b) with too little fabric. Well, probably not really too little, but less than I wanted to. Now her cotte will have only one gore in each side, with a false seam in the middle, instead of two gores. I think the dress will be about 3 yds wide at the hem, so it isn't too narrow, just not what I planned. I may have to piece the sleeves too.
The mistake was probably due to too little sleep, Maja woke me up just after five and then I couldn't go to sleep again. I also blame lack of sleep for the fact that I haven't had the energy to even look at the lecture I'm giving tomorrow. It's an old one, but it needs some changes. Maybe tomorrow morning; the lecture isn't until 6 pm.

The placement of letter in words can be crucial

I am rather fond of a swedish artist from the 40s, 50s and 60s, called Lasse Dahlquist. The tunes are catchy, sort of sea shanty inspired, the texts are usually very corny and they make happy as a black and white movie from the 40s. Anyway, one of the absolutely corniest is called "Hello, you old red indian!" and since I have listened so many times to it I of course know the text.
Well, knowing it and singing it is apparently two different things. Instead of "bar den som segertrofé", which means "carried it as a victory trophy" I sang "bar den som segerfrotté", which means "carried as victory terry cloth". I only switched place for two letters, but it came out very wrong. And funny.

Another meme, this time from tayloropolis

OH, and today's my birthday, and in a short while armillary, Anna; Kristian and possibly amonik will come over to eat custard, "Perys en composte", ice-cream and cookies. My darling husband gave me red roses and the board game "Ticket to ride - Europe" I like the US version a lot, so I'm looking forward to playing it. If Maja would ever go to bed before us.