I Made A Thing

"... the point is not to make something perfect, but is actually to just make a thing." Wil Wheaton 

(I'm a complete-ist, and this is as far along his journey as I've gotten. It's interesting reading blogs from decades ago, knowing what's coming in the universal timeline.)

So, I made a thing, and I was chuffed. Thing One picked out the fabrics as a gift to his bestie, Jesse.

I sent this to him in an email, saying:

I’m tickled with the results! I’m glad you mentioned the embroidered bit you noticed in the drawer.

Mom

To which he replied:

That looks amazing!! I'm sure Jesse will be thrilled.

Then I did some backward research, for some damn reason, and after revisiting this blog entry I realized the silver rose wasn't right (the one thing I remembered over the years was that Jesse's symbol was all black):

Aw fuck! I just realized that’s your RWBY character’s symbol!

It’s good and sewn on, and although I could painstakingly unstitch it, I’m instead going to say it’s a reminder that it’s a gift from you. How’s that sound?

But seriously, I could remove it without harming the bag itself if you’d like me to.

Love,

Mom

My son, bless him, didn't fork around and gave it to me straight:

omg, I completely didn't realize.

Sorry, could you unstitch it? I know it's a pita. Thanks.

My reply:

Will do. I couldn’t rationalize it either.

Mom

So tonight, now that my eyes are no longer competing for the Jeopardy category of "Itchy Things", I donned my cheaters and unstitched that precious embroidered bit. It took mere moments, and wasn't as big a PITA as we feared.

NOW it's a thing I'm proud to give away.