It was Friday at 3pm. The office was emptying since it was a summer Friday. The apocalyptic thunder and lightning has ceased, the sun was out and save for a few stray puddles and drippy awnings, you couldn't even tell it had rained. Fumes were flowing out of one of the conference rooms, since the tech guys though it was a good idea to paint a white board on one of the walls and then use a fan to blow the air out into the main room, even though the directions clearly called for respirator use while applying. It was time for me to get out of there and start my weekend. And I had nothing to do. I had zero plans. No brunch, dinner, drinks, parties, outings, walks, bike rides, visitors, dates or anything. It was almost like I was back in middle school, when the summer meant lying around and trying to find a way to occupy yourself. Remember that? Anyway, I decided it was do-everything-I've-been-meaning-to-do-and-have-been-complaining-about-not-doing weekend. First up: Sewing! Look, sewing is not for everyone. People who shouldn't sew include:
- Busy executives who have lots of money to throw at tailors and expensive home boutiques
- Tall, thin girls who look good in anything they wear, right off the racks
- Somebody who thinks used clothing is for schmucks and likes to pay a lot for well-made items
- Very short. 5'2" girls either need to shop in the petite section (Like Anne Taylor and Talbots. Ick.) or get things shortened
- Very into thrifting. You come across stuff that isn't quite right. But with a little tweak here and there ...
- Creative. That old beaded dress would look smashing as a throw pillow!