Oh, if You Could Just...

I thought I was done with sewing, but as Michael Corleone noted, every time you think it's done they reeeeeeel you right back in. Because I can't keep my damned mouth shut.

Sarcasm Girl is working the Norcal Ren Faire this year. She needs a bodice. I can make one, no problem. Okay, but it can't be bright colors or patterns, cause she's a peasant. No problem. Thanks, Mom! Oh, do you have a chemise I can borrow? Let me make one for you, sweetie. Great! Now all I need is an overskirt. Um...well, I suppose I could do that too. You're the best, Mom!

Note that none of this is her fault. I offered. Because I'm, like, clinically out of my mind. And in fact, none of these things are particularly difficult or time consuming. It's just...I gotta learn to keep my mouth shut.*


*Oh, yeah. Like, after 21 years, that's going to happen?