Some things in life are not so difficult.
Quelling a tantrum in the check-out line: yes.
Holiday party small talk: um, yes.
Resisting the urge to eat popcorn for dinner 4 nights a week: yes.
But, sewing pockets: not so much. Here are the famous linen pants of stampede fame… or rather, the linen pants’ back pockets. One of my greatest pet peeves in clothing is when back pockets flip-up or wrinkle uncontrollably or snag on your car seat. It’s a simple thing, but really: life is in the details, eh? We don’t get dressed up often here at TexasNorth. Therefore, it is imperative that the clothing we DO wear speaks well of itself and the wear-er. Flip-up pockets look unkempt. Boo.
When I find a pair of fantastic pants or a skirt that’s just perfect… but they have the dreaded pocket on the back that is sure to misbehave, I simply whip out the sewing machine and stitch on each corner of the pocket. Preferably in matching thread, but sometimes there IS no matching thread. Sometimes, you go for contrasting thread and call it intentional and good.
Another metaphor, perhaps?
I’m going to try something… starting now. There’s a challenge floating around Blog World to take a self-portrait every week for a year. Um, basically my worst fear. We shall not discuss the depths of my dislike of photos of myself, or audio of myself, or the combination of the two. I’m scared to death, which means I need to tackle it.
Let’s start at the very beginning: this is me, right now.
I am a mom who wears bandanas and chacos and belts with a buckle.
Where the ham sandwich did the ruffly shirt come from?