Because You Know You Missed My Sewing Projects...

I found an easy tutorial for beret making a couple months ago, and finally got around to trying it out. I have this great tartan print fabric with scotty dogs in it that talia_speaks sent me, and I wanted to make a set with it. I'm doing a beret and a fashion waist cincher - no actual cinching capabilities! - that I can use on whatever skirt I feel like. I still need the right type of lace for it, so here we have the hat!

( Yay Hat! )

Now I'm trying to figure out what to do with a little over half a yard of beautiful red and black asian patterned brocade.

The Case of the Missing Bondage Pants

Had another great workout. Though I managed to lose my pants somehow.

I swear that isn't as random as it sounds. I work out pantsless. It's comfier, and I like seeing the muscles in my legs working. Gives me a sense of 'yay, this is working!' I guess. Anyway, I do my thing, I drink my water, I look for my pants. I can't find them. They're not on the couch where they usually are. They're not on the floor. I am perplexed and befuddled. Where are my pants? I notice some dark balled fabric on the floor between the couch and counter divider between my living room and the kitchen. Are those my pants? No, that's a blanket. That's not my pants.

All Terry Pratchett references aside, I honestly was completely flummoxed. Flummoxed, I say! Pants don't just disappear! Not in this house!

I wander into my workroom, in case I dumped them there. And while there is a mass of red tartan fabric about, none of it happens to belong to my bondage pants. Okay, so not there. Maybe I took them off in the bathroom when I changed into a sports bra and tied back my hair.

Nope. Not in the bathroom. And I know I haven't been in my bedroom since sometime this afternoon, but I check there anyway. Of course they aren't there.

At this point I'm wondering if I've somehow lost my mind, and perhaps I was never wearing pants at all. Could this be? I wander back towards my living room, intent on giving it another toss in search of my pants.

And then I see them. On the kitchen counter, with one leg in the sink.

WTF? Why the hell did I put my pants in the sink? What possessed me to leave them there? Of all the random, bizarre places to drop my pants....

I kind of want chips now.