Finished!

This is my finest hour.  This is my new greatest accomplishment.  It's better than graduating from college with high honors, it's better than marrying the perfect husband, it's better than getting my book published, and it's better than acing that lab practical during freshman year.

Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating a little bit.  Let's be realistic: nothing will ever beat acing a KAMSC lab practical.  ;-)

The truth of the matter is, today I finished sewing my very own article of clothing.  When I started, my fabric was in a giant square,  but somehow I coaxed it into becoming a wearable skirt.  I feel so cool right now.

My fifties housewife books tell me that sewing is necessary, like washing dishes or mopping your floor.  If it's just a necessary part of life, then how come it makes me feel so awesome for accomplishing it?!

Actually, come to think of it, I remember being pretty excited the first time I emptied the dishwasher all by myself.  That seems a little different, though, since I was six.  Also, after I did that my mom was so proud of me that she said from then on emptying the dishwasher could be my very own household chore.  It became less exciting really fast.  Ha ha.

What if I get as good at sewing as I am at emptying out the dishwasher??  Maybe this will be my new career.  I'll become a super famous fashion designer, and the skirt I just sewed will be a vintage "Christine Webb original" worth millions!  I mean, imagine how much people would pay for Vera Wang's first dress or Ralph Lauren's first polo.  This skirt is pretty much an investment in my retirement.  It's an "antique of the future."  When I'm ready to retire, I'll sell it for ten million dollars and then buy a summer home in Fiji.  Someone will write my biography and say, "Christine Webb had humble beginnings as a seamstress.  She was inspired to sew one day when she saw a discarded school print in the dollar bin at Wal-Mart and thought, 'I could make a skirt for teaching out of that.'  From then on, the legend was born.  A skirt that cost one dollar to make is now the most prized piece in the fashion world.  Many people have tried to make replicas, but no one can make the pockets as crooked as they are on the true original.  Christine originally claimed that it was a mistake because she was bad at making pockets, but after much coaxing from fashion critics she has finally admitted that it is possible the crooked pockets were just part of her creative genius."

Yep, that's pretty much how it's going to go.  Or, you know, I might just sew some more fun clothes for work.  Whichever.  I'm not picky.