Why, in New Orleans, of course! My baby brother (he's 25) ran the Inaugural New Orleans Rock 'n' Roll Marathon last weekend, so some friends and I went down to cheer him on. And to EAT. A lot. Of delicious shrimp. AND I accidentally purchased $25 worth of pralines. BUT THEY ARE SO DELICIOUS I'm really kind of glad I made that mistake.
When returning home from a road trip, I always feel the need to start purging my life of unnecessary things. Perhaps a small part of me wishes she could fit all earthly possessions in my tiny Honda and just roam the nation gypsy style?
Nah. I just hate having crap around that I don't use. So I cleaned out my closet last night and made this realization: All attempts to sew my own clothes have ended in failure.
When it comes to sewing, I feel like I always have great ideas, but can never seem to execute them very well. Perhaps because sewing in general is a fickle beast that must be nurtured with attention that I am not willing to pay it. And perhaps because I lack the patience and attention to detail to really sew myself a quality garment. Oh and the know-how. I also lack the know-how.
So with that being said, I hereby retire from sewing-from-scratch. I will do a repair or a hem or even a dart or two (on a good day.) Or pillows, I will still sew pillows. But I will no longer be guilt-riddled for failing to create the couture garment of my dreams!
Take that, crafting gods! I shun your sewing and will continue to idolize the shopping gods instead! Now, alteration gods, I pray to you to give me the skills to turn that frumpy frock into a stunning, leg-baring masterpiece. Amen.
