A Cold Hard Truth.

I cannot sew. It's rather embarrassing really. I spent the past couple days making myself a dress. When I tried it on, I laughed so hard I might have cried. It's truly truly ghastly, though I wore it for a few hours just because I made it.

I even picked up Ross from work in it. I gave him a warning beforehand and let him know it was the ugliest thing I had ever worn. My wonderful husband didn't even laugh at me, though the look on his face was priceless.

"Well, at least it's good practice, right?"

I love him.

And I plan on sticking to baby blankets and replacing buttons. I'll leave my wardrobe to the outlet mall.