sewing

You’re lucky I don’t own a dress form or a sewing machine of my own.

I don’t understand why there’s so much crotch in that thing because really, that’s unnecessary.

Hello, world. Happy Tuesday. I’m up, and I’m typing, drinking my coffee and chatting with people. I dozed on and off all morning. I would absolutely love to sleep for a solid eight hours. Like black lights, I guess getting a solid sleep really isn’t a thing anymore.1 Yesterday was a gloriously sloth-y day. Shawshank…