i feel like i went to lauren's wedding dressed as 1967. im glad you can't see the zipper cos that is the ugly part. i'm not good at zippers. i'm also not good at eating marshemellows from the chocolate fountain cos i got chocolate all over the front of my WHOLE BODY. also please note that i have been using vaseline healthy glow lotion for a week to catch my legs up to my arms and my husband keeps giving me grief about being orange and yet notice how white my legs continue to be. SIGH!

sew or die, too.

sew or die, or, at the very least, have nothing to wear to lauren's wedding on saturday.

no chicks with sticks for erin for TWO WEEKS! i have to close! i respectfully request that you girls change your meeting spot to the main home dec counter at joann store 1943 so i can still take part in the debauchery and do my job simultaneously.

life is funny.

i forgot to post these, but they are long since done. and when i put them on, i could feel every stitch with the soles of my feet. which had me slightly worried about my current project. if the socks are hurty on my feet, what happens when you sit on a knit? i am not posting anything here just yet, for a number of reasons: i like secrets, for one, and for another, um it borders on NSFW. or maybe i am just a prude. but yeah. my submission for SnBIII has been mailed. and now we x our fingers and wait for the illustrious debbie stoller to decide said item's fate.

the new sewing machine is incredible. truly. i am so happy to have one. and in other news, my picture book from this spring is almost done, and if you want to give me your money, i want to give you my book.

i'll try to post on a more regular basis, but it's hard when you have to leave your house to blog, either to brave coffee shop snobbery or the wackjobs at the public library!

optimistic.

the best you can is good enough.