OMG!!! I actually finished something:0
Pat on my back.
It’s perfectly fine, and I loved this hoodie because it was SO warm and cozy. I’m going to try to remove the liner, intact, and sew it into another hoodie.” My husband and son both thought it looked too complicated.
Whatever. I gave it a shot.
This is handsewn. I don’t do well with sewing machines, which is why I don’t have one. Although I love technology and modern machines that make work faster and easier, I have a love/hate relationship with sewing machines. They are wonderful until I have to use them. If I have to change the thread, the bobbin, whatever, it ends in disaster and major frustration. Believe me, I’ve had 3 or 4.
Can’t wait to wear it now. Come on cold winter weather, I’m ready.
This is me, dressed for some business award event for my hubby. Just after my son was born. I was just beginning to gain some weight, moving from a size 2 to a size 4.
Which, as it turned out, was still too big for me.
When we were on the dance floor, my husband twirled me around and my dress stayed where it was while I twirled completely around inside the freakin’ dress!
When I first saw this photo, I saw UGLY!
When I posted it on my FB page, my family commented that I looked like a model…
I had to look again. And again. And yet again.
Still, I couldn’t see anything other than I am thinner than the rest of my family. They specified I looked “beautiful” and did not talk about my size. The only time any family member spoke about my size was after the birth of my daughter, when my little brother asked me if “I had cancer. Was I dying?”
You’d think that would be something of a wake up-slap in the head.
Then again, they are family, automatically making their opinions on how I look not count for much.
To be honest, I don’t think I look even remotely like this anymore.
Then again, what the hell do I know? LOL
As a frequent user of sarcasm you'd think I would say I love it but…I don't.
As the brunt of many sarcastic comments, I'd have to say "leave it".
I won't say either.
Sarcasm is a passive-aggressive way to express hostility without fear of reprisal, confrontation or explanation.
It is unfair to the victim of your sarcastic wit. It can even make those around you uncomfortable, because the hostility is hardly disguised.
And yes, it has been my weapon of choice in the past. Many times. Used against many unsuspecting people. And, it has made me laugh many, many times.
But I have always felt that residual bitterness linger afterwards. Not pleasant. Very unfair. And certainly not BRAVE.
My newest mantra…if you have something to say…say it clearly! Do not disguise it. If you can't be clear, SHUT THE HELL UP!!!
Sarcasm is a hard habit to break. I've bitten my tongue so many times I now enjoy the taste of blood.