Today I woke up feeling melancholy. Maybe it’s the weather; the cold, especially. I’ve never been this cold this long. I feel like a package of ham living inside the fridge. My body is so forking confused. Why the hoot is it so cold yet blindingly sunny outside? What the heck is that? Where I came from, if it’s forking sunny then you can be darned sure it’s going to be hot. You know what to wear and have your shades and bottled water at the ready. Here, you bring your shades, and your coat, AND your hat, AND your gloves , AND your scarf — but you might not need them. So bring a big bag. Con-forking-fusing, I tell you. Growl.
Ew. Reading what I just wrote, I realized I sounded a bit like that Palin woman with all her “hoot” and “heck” and whatever. But, when it comes to writing, I can’t bring myself to be hardcore. I’m out of practice. I am still too much the high school music teacher of a traditional Catholic school. At least I didn’t say “hopey-changey”. I would have barfed into my laptop. You hear that? BARFED.
In an attempt to feel better, I thought I’d wear the frilly blouse I thrifted back home and walk around the house doing that booby shake thing Latin dancers do. Surely that would lift my spirits as well as my bust line. I’m not really into the frilly and the frou frou BUT I liked this one because it’s black and looked elegant despite the ruffles.
The frilly blouse also had frills at the end of its sleeves. But, with the help of my trusty scissors, I took them off! Err… in my excitement, I forgot to take a ‘before’ photo of the whole blouse. But you get the picture.
I was careful not to cut into the seams, of course, to prevent fraying. I’ll use the frill fabric for a future project. I think the blouse now looks a hundred times better.
I really love these! They’re lovely-deadly, but oh-so soft and comfy.
I smiled in my photos and I felt better for a while. Then I went back to my cold workstation and stared at my mess for a few hours, feeling wholly frozen. Boo-hoo.