Yesterday while I was emptying my bank account at Michael's (so many sparkly things!) I decided to make part of my friend's birthday present. I am pretty positive that she does not read this, because she is busy being at Columbia and tidying up people's lives, so here is a preview:
(Psst. J Wells. I have lots of floral paper and subway map left if you are interested.)
Hopefully the crafty feeling lingers because I also had to ("had to," that's cute) buy clothes this weekend because:
Last year's skinny jeans have lost their title. So it was either go back to eating like a third grader or buy new pants. Which as everyone knows I hate, because it is a pain in the ass, because I am awkwardly proportioned and carry all my weight in my trunk and ankles. So I pawed halfheartedly at some pants for about twenty seconds and called it a day, BUT! I found the best two-dollar dress in the history of ever so here is a preview of that:
According to the story of my life, while shopping for clothes because mine are too big I find a dream dress that is too small. And I buy it anyway. So anyway, I need to re-acquaint myself with my sewing machine because this Angela Chase-worthy frock needs to be let out a half inch before making its debut. And if you are concerned at my lack of pants, which of course you are (and deeply), don't fret. I ordered six pairs of leggings instead.
I feel like this was an especially thoughtful, probing blog. I really examined a lot of profound issues here, so I'll leave you to digest. And do my math. I guess. sjdfk
