Photo by Halie Sloat
I know it may be hard to tell, but in this very photo, I am hunga dunga-ing.
See those black thingy-dos on the rolled up part of the fabric? You guessed it: Hunga dungas. I hope you're saying this word out loud. It's the best thing since "baggy wrinkle."
OK, I'm sorry about the hype. A hunga dunga is just a piece of PVC pipe that keeps the fabric from coming unrolled. The roll makes it easier to feed the fabric through a sewing machine.
In other exciting news, I sewed a seam between two panels of Dacron in a relatively straight line. That's good since I was worried I might not be capable of such a feat, at least not on my first go. The thrill lessened only slightly after I practiced for five hours.
As the day drew on, my stitching improved and then worsened when fatigue set in. The last time I exercised such extreme concentration for hours on end might have been when I took the GREs six years ago. Just imagine instead of filling in a circle to respond to a question, you have to fold the test into the shape of your answer.
Today, if my seams are straight, I will graduate to constructing a small sail for someone in town.
"But we won't put our label on it," my coworker explained. "Well, you know, unless it's good."