I love to sew. It's just one more thing that Boyfriend uses as proof that I'm 80 years old on the inside (see also: printed pants, early bedtimes, The Golden Girls, cardigans). This is the first thing I've made and had the courage to wear out in public - because, like I told my mom last night, let's face it: when you bake an apple pie and someone asks "oh my God, did you make that?" it's the best kind of compliment. When you make a skirt and someone asks "oh my God, did you make that?" it is absolutely not a compliment.
I made it through an entire day without a single person asking if I Amish-ed out on my skirt. If you look out your window and see a weird girl in chevron stripes running down the block, don't freak out. It's just me taking my victory lap.