Here's how the day actually went:
I started sewing. I broke the thread three times. I kept adjusting tension, finally found a stitch/tension that worked with the fabric. I thought. I broke a needle.
New needle, sewing again. Broke a needle.
Decided to break from that, and cut the new scarves. Come back to find that a whole pile of nice folded ready to sew pieces had become my littlest cat's new FUCKING PEE PILE. I washed every piece of fabric. Twice. By hand. Who knows if they'll be salvageable. Maybe, since I got them right after it happened. I doubt it. Even if I managed to actually clean them, I think I'd just feel *wrong* trying to sell something that my cat had peed on.
Started sewing again. Managed to somehow completely fubar a seam. Take it out. Stab myself in the thumb with my seam ripper while I was at it. Realize the material for the lining was too fragile for that, lining ruined, gotta take the whole thing apart and get a new lining.
Start sewing a different scarf. Break a needle.
Give it the fuck up for the night and go read a book instead.
And tomorrow was supposed to be the day I take them to sell. I mean, I suppose I still can, I have seven, and three others done but for the sewing up of the hole, so I could *show* him those. But I wanted more complete scarves.
I'm surprised I didn't kill my cat, really. Damn little fucker runs fast when she wants to.