Messy!

I’m a messy seamstress.

Seriously.

If Mama knew how I am trashing her house while she is away, she’d take a hickory switch to me.

If she finds out, I’ll know you told.

You had better hope she doesn’t find out. I’m so blaming you if she does.

Quick topic change: I’m not a fan of those chairs.

Back to me being a messy seamstress, trashing Mama’s house and you fearing for your life that she doesn’t find out…

I finished one costume today. Almost. I’m counting it as finished. I still need to add grommets to the corset. I’ll need a leather punch for that and I can’t find Mama’s.

Tomorrow I start a new costume. For its sake, it had better not be as hard as this one. If it causes me very much trouble, I’ll set it on fire.

No.

I don’t have PMS Dysphoric Disorder. Why do you ask?

Clearly you 1) watch too much tv. 2) Aren’t using your DVR and actually watch commercials. 3) Need to stop talking about PMS in my presence. It’s weird.

Where was I before you got all weird on me?

Oh. Yes. The second costume.

It is made of a fabric that is called Fairy Dust Chiffon.

Don’t trust the fairies. They are tricksters.

I’ll let you know how this costume turns out. Or. You’ll read about it on Yahoo News.