2 years ago
Saturday, September 20, 2008
When this whole sheet-dress business began in our Berliner apartment, I distinctly remember informing all of our inhabitants of my intentions. There was a pile of textiles in the "laundry room" (Sebastian's kitchen) that had not moved for months and enough was enough in my mind. "Hey guys," I announced, "does anybody need any of those sheets up there (in the "laundry room")?" "Nope" was the resounding answer. "Okay, well if there's anything important, make sure you get it out of there before I start ripping things to shreds..." "Ja, ja, okay, no problem." This was my first creation (knew nothing about darts really, look how far things have progressed!). After its completion, I sported it proudly to the weekly Sunday flea-market excursion. Upon roommate assembly in the courtyard, Max froze and stared. There could be only one explanation. Me: "Oh no, don't tell me this is something you needed." Max: "...Noooo...it's...just strange to see my childhood bedding as a dress." Sigh.
Posted by Caitlin at Saturday, September 20, 2008