Thursday, February 01, 2007
those things are huge, man. they're - what - six meters? eight meters? that's what-the-hell in yards?
I could learn to wrap it, I guess. but then I'd be a white girl in a sari. cool and all, but I don't think I could leave my living room for fear of being crushed under the weight of my own cultural thievery. I think not.
But I'm afraid to cut it. I'm afraid the magic will run out.
*to be completely accurate, she didn't give it to me. she said "here, this is for your sewing machine."
my sewing machine gets better presents than I do. is there no justice? I ask you...
I tell you tho- only dark skinned women with incredible eyes look right in a sari. IMO anyway. Same with nose piercings...
(I'm making pretzels today, while I wait)
I might, if my sofa wasn't greyish-green.
my husband says I oughta make a dress out of some of it.
I'd love to. and maybe pillows, pocketbooks, random odzanends, doodads, gifties for my pals with the remnants.
but the cutting! oh the angst! oh the internal struggle!
blame belle, the lizard, for my existential sewing crisis.
I could do that in an evening.
and have tons left over for other stuff.
the world seems to still be turning, and the sun did rise this morning as usual. I didn't wreck anything.
I have one cute dress in the works, a six-gore skirt still in the planning stages, and still a buttload of extra fabric for other misc. stuff.
thanks for the encouragement!