I had the strangest experience today, and I felt certain all ten of you who read this poor excuse for a sewing blog (thank you all for returning again and again) would be dying to know all about.
I was in my tiny little clown car (Smart car, his name is Reuben) driving to Costco to buy chicken breasts for one of my dogs who has to be on a special diet. Which I cook. This dog is prone to pancreatitis and calcium oxalate bladder stones, both of which are painful for him and us. So far this has cost us $1200 in vet bills. This is also the dog that doesn't even like me. All of this has nothing to do with the story, it is simply to demonstrate how I am an excellent dog guardian and therefore a wonderful person. Anyway I was driving by the major shopping mall in my small city, when a vortex of energy suddenly appeared out of nowhere and sucked me and my car into the parking lot, I believe I lost consciousness for a moment because next thing I know I am at the checkout holding this book. I know it is hard to believe, but I had no intention of going to the bookstore, let alone buying a book. Really. I mean it. Stop judging me.
One of the strange things about this event is this bookstore rarely has any good sewing books. For instance they still haven't got the Colette Sewing Handbook. There were not one but TWO Japanese sewing books to choose from. The unconscious me chose this one. I love this book, the clothes are clever and well designed. Never mind the fact that the further away one gets in appearance from being a young. slender, attractive, Japanese woman the less likely the clothes are to look good on one. Let's see, middle aged, a little more than plump, used to be told I was attractive (haven't been told that in
Oh well, eventually I will make some of them anyway.
I love this book.
My precious. MY precious.
