Thith oneth for you, Tom.

Tom, 365 days seems like a really long time to do something without being certain of the results. Perhaps I'm just lazy (or maybe I'm biased). ;-)

So anyway, there is zero craftiness happening in this home right now. The pants were a total bust, in that I didn't finish them. I think they'll be fine, except that the crepe-backed satin doesn't sit flat at the seams, so the pant legs look like they're collapsing inward on themselves. I'm thinking about ironing on some hem tape to hold them flat.

In other news, Winston is sick. He ate something over the weekend, and as I was in Long Beach for the dog show, no amazing hydrogen peroxide trick was employed. So he'd been a little sick (upset tummy) all week, and on Monday, the vet told us to give him antacids, but yesterday things came to a head and he was admitted for some more x-rays (I will have a glowing green dog by the time they finish all of his x-rays) and for fluids, because the poor baby was very dehydrated.

I'm waiting to hear, but it's looking like surgery will NOT be necessary, which is good, because not only is there a dog show to be produced (post-produced), but there is a manuscript to be revised, and sanity to be maintained. Barely.

I made a discovery the other day: I can go without craving craftiness for weeks, but the second I'm supposed to be revising my book, I start immediately trying to procrastinate by sewing. Unfortunately for Evil Katie, Virtuous Katie put her foot down in this instance.

Oh, Lordy, I'm tired. I'm so behind on blogs, but I promise I'll catch up.

Hope everyone is well!

PS - I didn't re-sign-up for this round of Wardrobe Refashion... more on that later.