Excessive Celebration

Hey guys guess what.

*scroll down*

(as if you wouldn't?)





































I MADE AN A IN ACCT 3330 INCOME TAX.

So I'm having a pretty good day.
I even got my hair to do that little flippy thing at the ends.

(If you guys knew anything about football, you'd know that "excessive celebration" is actually a term for a penalty, but it's okay because this accomplishment means way more to me than a touchdown.)

Consequently, here are my plans for this weekend:
1. Sleep
2. Paint my toenails
3. Play dress up

Doesn't that sound just wonderful?

In other news, I discovered why I've never really liked overalls.



They are ROMPERS IN DISGUISE!



Isn't that one of the most abominable things you've ever seen in your life?
Not to mention it's the sickly yellow color of hospital furniture.

I thought up a really good idea for naming some of my new creations.
You know how I like to come up with clever names for my clothes?

The Pleats to Meet You Dress
The Intelligence Skirt
The Interview Skirt
The Woooo!!!! Skirt

What if I started naming some of my clothes after PEOPLE?

For instance, I plan to make a gingham button up just like this:



Except with really dark navy checks. (Google didn't have a picture of such.)

Maybe I should've used Bing.



ANYWAY...

So I plan to make a shirt like that with navy gingham, and I think I'll call it the Caleb Ogden shirt.

One day, Caleb came to work wearing a blue gingham shirt (much like the one pictured above), and at that time I was still deciding how I wanted mine to look.
So there I was, looking at the sleeves, how it's cut on the bias, and how the pockets were done, and then I realized that I was so accidentally staring at him.

Whoops!

You have to preserve awkward memories like that, and what better way than in a clothing name?

I'd also love to make a Cordova skirt, a Beth-Moote blouse, and a pair of Metrejean pants. So if you're "tagged" in any of my Phuture Phacebook Foto shoots, you'll know why.

Wow- that was almost an annoying use of language.

I hate when this happens:




Look at him now disappearin' the cow.
Where is the cow?
Hidden right now.

Taking a bow,
TWS

And just like that, you have "Magical Trevor" stuck in your head.
You're welcome.