October 14, 2008
Crafts. Yes, the topic of the day is crafts. Sorry boys.
You'll have to excuse me for stroking my own fragile ego, but I'm a very crafty girl. Creative, too. You want proof you say? Just click here to check out James's 2007 Halloween costume. I won't lie, it's still the biggest accomplishment of my life to date. If I can ever figure out how to lose ten pounds on a steady diet of fries and Hi-C, it will be topped. But until that fine day, the Richard Simmons costume will be my crowning glory.
In an effort to increase my craftasticness, I recently signed up for a sewing class through Adult Education. There are five fine ladies in my class--me, some old broad who never talks, and three organic farmers who sit around making recycled, reusable menstrual pads every Tuesday night.
Again, sorry boys.
I love my sewing class--and I love my teacher so much that I want to hug her, kiss her, and hold her hand while we skip around the classroom hollering "HOT DAMN! LOOK AT ME! I CAN SEW!" Unfortunately I'm too embarrassed to ask her to do that with me. Maybe someday I'll work up the guts.
But until that point, I'll just make fun little projects like these:
The men probably think they're homemade tank-tops, but you can rest assured that they're not. Actually, they're Halloween treat bags that are supposed to look like owls. Scrappy-ass owls to be exact.
The black one is made to match James's bat costume, and the brown one is being shipped off to James's friend Sophia in Dallas. Poor thing has worn the same dragon fly costume for the past three years--and we had to give the girl at least a taste of holiday excitement, ya know?
In an effort to appease any gentlemen who are still reading this totally girly post, we'll call them Hooter Bags. That helps the excitement factor a bit--doesn't it?
I will freely admit that I didn't come up with the idea for the Hooter Bags with my own imagination--the creative genius can only be attributed to Ellen from The Long Thread. I'd like to point out that like me, Ellen also holds a Masters in Public Administration.
And to her I say: Ellen, dude. Public Administration? What in the hell were we thinking?!?!
In closing, if you would like your own Hooter Bag, all you have to do is send me $1,400 through PayPal and I'll whip one right up.
Have a happy rest of the day everyone!