I’m not irritated. Really.
Okay, I have to work on my irritated look. Here’s a picture of me in my new black and pink top that I wore to my mom’s birthday dinner on Thursday. My mom is not a good photographer and I’m vain. I like my pictures to look at least a little flattering. But since this is about as good as it’s going to get for now, here you are.
Funny, really, because this top makes me feel sooooo good. The fabric is soft, I did a great job on it, and it fits really well, so I’m told. But this was taken after a gruelling day at work and just before going to a dinner that I really didn’t want to go to. Not that I don’t want to celebrate my mom’s birthday – I do – just I get fatigued with these dinners when I can’t afford the expensive restaurant and when my back hurts. (Besides, I’d rather spend $40 on fabric and patterns than on a plate of food that goes straight to my hips. Can you relate? I’m sure you can.)
So, now that we have that cleared up, I’m off to sew some more this morning before running errands and spending the evening at Gaylen’s with her friends and resuming my crocheted bedspread that has been languishing in my closet unfinished for uh, at least ten years. Gawd, that irritates me. (Just kidding!)
Have a happy sewing Saturday.