Once again, we wait for the lining fabric to come in.....A heads up, this post has little to do with sewing, fair warning!
When I get dressed in the morning I find I follow three rules, and generally this order:
1) Seasonally appropriate/Warm Enough,
2) Matching, and
However, when I am getting ready for a particularly unfun day...say the first day back to work after a great vacation, or a day when I have a really early and dreaded doctor's appointment...the order changes quite a bit:
And today was one of those days. I had an early and dreaded appointment with an allergist. Something seasonal has been driving me crizz-azy! Plus cats always get to me, and maybe I had an, I don't know, itchy mouth and maybe, maybe, a rash develop on my face whenever I ate pecans. Maybe. So I got it checked out.
Turns out I have an allergy to a common outdoor mold, I'm super allergic to cats, and was handed a damn near unbelievable epi pen for the pecan thing. WHAT? I'm that allergic to pecans? I was told this pen could save my life and I've been playing with fire. WHAT? Out of the blue. I didn't even get a week to binge unknowingly before this was thrown at me. A nut allergy? A pecan allergy????? I'm southern, and love these things: Carrot Cake, Pecan Smokies, PECANS!
A late in life nut allergy of the tastiest of nuts. Worried that this might be the case, I knew today called for breaking all morning dressing rules. I was dressing:
Inspired by my favorite skirt in my wardrobe, purchased at the local The Purple Goose:
and armed with Freshly Picked's elastic waistband skirt tutorial, I set out to make it a better day. Or at least a day where I had a new skirt to wear to arm me against the harsh world of anaphalactic risks. Here she is:
The nurse practitioner even complimented it!
I call this the "Before Work Skirt" because you can literally make this if you get up just an hour early for work/early and dreaded doctor's appointment. It's true. I timed myself, and will share the progress tomorrow. But tonight...Tonight, I relive the magic and wonder of the 50-serving carrot cake Matt bought for a party of 20. I enjoyed that thing, itchy and all, for an extra week. Oh pecans, we had some good times. Farewell, old friend.