Friday Night Specials.
I bought a sewing machine last week because I needed to cheer myself up after the latest blow to my belief in true love. I'm not usually a believer, of course, and I guess I'm proven right again and again. I know the right man is out there, somewhere....I think. Whatever. The point is that I now own a sewing machine, so I decided to actually use it. I bought the fabric last week, I tried to buy some supplies and I finally cut the pattern earlier this week. I'm making a man purse, because the one that I have needs a serious replacement. So far, so good. I was sewing and getting to know my machine today, and I should have probably done some stitch testing and what not, but I dove in head first into the sewing goodness and I'm really close to being done. I'm surprised by how good it looks, to be honest. So, who knows, perhaps this is the beginning of my life as a couturier.
I'm really surprised by all the sex stories from politicos lately. Spitzer and his hooker, the McGreeveys and their driver..."Friday Night Specials". I guess if I ever have a threesome, I'll try to nickname it too. By the way, I named my sewing machine. Her name is Dottie, and she's a former diner waitress with a smoking problem and dyed curly hair. She's sassy and witty and gets the job done, without complications. She's pretty straight-forward. I like working with her. Peace.
I'm really surprised by all the sex stories from politicos lately. Spitzer and his hooker, the McGreeveys and their driver..."Friday Night Specials". I guess if I ever have a threesome, I'll try to nickname it too. By the way, I named my sewing machine. Her name is Dottie, and she's a former diner waitress with a smoking problem and dyed curly hair. She's sassy and witty and gets the job done, without complications. She's pretty straight-forward. I like working with her. Peace.