Art Makes a Great Wingman

Countdown:

In another 36 hours, I may never have to make another crinoline again.

If there's one thing I learned from this whole experience, it's that I hate making crinoline, and that I spent way too much money on a clothing line that will never bring me any financial return.

It's not a commercial line, it's just art. And really, where's art gotten me in the past?

Nude, lewd and screwed, among other things.

I guess that's pretty good. It's gotten me more fun than grocery shopping, at any rate.

And now that this sewing debacle is over, I can once again indulge in the finer aspects of life.

Yep, nude, lewd and screwed. That's where I'm heading. Again.