a stitch out of time

it was below freezing the past few days, the kind of cold that you're afraid to breathe in for fear that it will shatter your lungs. monday was martin luther no work for me king jr day, and i celebrated by hanging out with coby and tania, my favorite mother/daughter duo. tania's wedding is in about a month, and coby is making her a dress. oh, how i wish i had somebody to make a dress for me, to help me pick out fabric and patterns and delicate strips of lace. alas, i will never have that in my life. i mentioned to chris that i might want to take up sewing, that maybe i could make my own wedding dress. although i expected the laughter and jokes, i must admit that it stung to see how hard it was for chris to regain his breath, how he clutched at his tummy and his red, tear-streaked face as he he pictured said dress. when he finally tired of telling me how many sleeves my dress would have, how misshapen the neck would be, how i'd have the whole mess scotch taped together, i said that maybe, instead, i would start with sewing something simpler. like a poncho. with no neckhole.

at the fabric store, i closely observed all of the patrons. it's funny to take note of what the customers obviously made themselves, by hand. one lady had an extremely short scarf that was already unraveling. she must have bored quickly of the knitting project, much like how my own attempt at a scarf quickly became a washcloth. another lady was crazy go nuts over beaded pins that vaguely resembled kittens. there was also crazy hat lady and wacky decorated handbag woman.

but, you have to give them credit. and i'm considering wanting in on this army of arts-n-crafts nonsense. one day, friends, one day.