I must have a look about me...

because four people mistook me for working at the store I was in. I was pretty dressed up, so I can almost understand those weird kids at hot topic who were kicking eachother around. But the multiple middle aged ladies at Thrift Town? I dunno. Got that "i work everywhere" look about me, i guess. At any rate, I got a pattern, and I"m going to make something, with pattern and raw material, using a macine, for the first time ever.

Coming back in two whole days... ( I miss Everett)