this morning, after i woke up at 7 with a hangover, downing 2 glasses of water and passing out again, then waking at 9 and drinking more water, taking a nap until 10 then having some ibuprofen with breakfast (BACON! EGGS! BAGELS! KETCHUP! SRIRACHA!), i worked on my dress.
it took 3 tries to get it taken in enough in the right spots. i'm still not fully satisfied, but it will have to do. i find that i like a lot more ruching/scrunching action with my knits. the pattern only had 2 little pleats (in the wrong spot, since i made the larger size), so what i'm going to do is make them bigger on the pleat side, add an extra one and add buttons on top of them. black buttons? buttons in another color?
yea, i'm not really sure how it'll look in the end, but hey! i'm trying! plus, if i wear it at night, no one will be able to tell the difference (that's what i'm telling myself, at least).
i know, it's hard to concentrate looking at that picture because MY GUNS ARE SO BIG. check out that little bicep bump! pure muscle, my friends, pure muscle.
did i mention on tuesdays i'm going to the free county midgie gym and taking a toning/cardio class? it kicks my ass and i don't have time to shower afterward, but it makes me feel good. a group of us have also been doing the stairs 3-5 times a week. we went from 2 people to a total of 6 so far. we struggle and huff and sweat together for 25 flights, it's pretty rad.
i never thought i'd be one of "those" people ("those" stupid people who go to the gym on their lunches and take the stairs and feel superior, but it's happening. WTF. i'm calling it my third-of-a-life crisis. at least i didn't buy a red convertible.