Shh! Is Karen Deborah around? Please tell me she's still in California and no longer has internet access? I'll show you why:
It's not my fault. Really. My Hunny, who's an artist and designer, chose the colors for this dress. He swore they'd work. I worked on it this weekend, cussing at the colors. I don't like them. Don't EVEN lie to me and tell me that you do.
I can see a child loving the colors. Which is good if a child will be wearing the dress. Which is what the dress is for. But the green, fuchsia and turquoise? I just can't wrap my eyeballs around them. Stabbing pain behind the right eyeball.
What? Don't you see the turquoise? It's in the top right corner, a little feather stitching, and will travel across the entire width of the pleating, as well as below the fuchsia. It is KILLING ME. Yet the Hunny swears it will work. I'll keep at it till I'm done.
Just, please, for Pete's sake, don't tell Karen Deborah? I, um, want it to be a surprise. Yeah. That's it. And if she asks, her granddaughter is going to love it.
Until I write again ...