Seamstress. Thank you, Google.
Anyway, last summer my friend and I decided that we wanted to make our own beanbag chair. Not just any beanbag chair, of course, but a Snorlax beanbag chair. We saw one on the internet, realized it'd cost about $200 dollars to buy one from a sketchy website, and then made the decision to construct one ourselves. We didn't know how to use a sewing machine, hand stitch, or cut patterns.
$100 and two days later, we had this:
I could not be prouder of our creation. Snorlax the beanbag chair is my third son.
Here's a little of what went into the birthing of Snorlax the beanbag chair.
The fertilization of the egg. The fabric of life. (Badum tsss)
Breakfast of champions. No wait, that was midnight.
His personality takes shape.
This finishing touch took an absurd amount of time to hand stitch.
Anyway, this whole tale of my past adventure has a purpose. It relates to yesterday.
You see, after we finished Snorlax the beanbag chair, we had a lot of fabric leftover. The fabric has just been sitting in my basement for a while, collecting cat hair. But yesterday my same friend came over, and we decided to do something with that fabric. We decided to make a dress.
Naturally we didn't know the first thing about making dresses, but we watched a youtube tutorial about fifteen hundred times and eventually made something that looks really cute. All that's left to do is sew on a snorlax face and a bow tie.
I will post pictures upon its completion. This is what it currently looks like:
That's right, my hair isn't permanently up. Only in most occasions.
I guess the main point of this post was to share with you something that I am extremely proud of, and to share the lesson that even if you've never done something before, and it looks impossible... try it anyway. You may mess up and waste some fabric, but if you end up with something like Snorlax the beanbag chair... then it'll be worth the risk.
Horah for completing womanly tasks!
On a completely unrelated side note, as I was typing this post, my cat (The Mischievous One) decided to step all over my keyboard. This is what she came up with:
I believe that if we look hard enough, we could find meaning in this message.