NOTE: The following blog entry is intended solely for a small minority of my readers: the genuinely weird.
I ask that all others please stop reading now and return tomorrow.
Now, then, weirdos:
I feel like I can let my hair down with you. We understand one another. You don't judge. So, here's my story:
I'm going through this really strange phase, or rather, obsession. Can you guess what it is?
I cannot stop looking at jumpsuit patterns. I don't discriminate: mens, womens, teens, it doesn't matter. It's that full-body-garment-with-the-zipper-up-the-front thing. I'm fixated.
I think it started with this and has developed into a full-blown fetish -- since Sunday!
Many of my less compassionate readers are only feeding my weakness, cruelly tempting me with jumpsuit patterns to make me salivate on command like Pavlov's dog.
I received the above Butterick pattern in the mail yesterday from a certain reader-who knows-who-she-is and honestly, I couldn't stop looking at it, fingering it. If it hadn't been so old and fragile I would have slept with it under my pillow like a baby tooth, hoping I'd wake up wearing the finished outfit and maybe find five dollars in the pants pocket.
So I need your help. I'm leaning toward launching right into this project today. I probably will try it out in a relatively plain fabric before I make the gold lame version.
But I need your honest opinion about its potential for me. Please help me prevent possible embarrassment -- or worse -- even in my hip-and-happening neighborhood.
Your answers will make my decision...and perhaps change the rest of my life.
As always, your additional comments and insights are always welcome.