I have a sewing machine. This is backed up by photographic evidence here.
I know how to use said sewing machine but only in the most rudimentary way.
This woman makes sewing look easy. See? See how easy it is to turn hideous thrift store finds into really cute clothes? See how easy it is to do this every single day of the year and for 365 dollars?
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So I could pull out the sewing machine, blow the dust off of it and try to use it to create something interesting. But I know all I will succeed in is causing myself a bunch of frustration and an allergy attack.
P.S. See how I did that up there? In the title? I made a pun out of a reference to Battlestar Gallactica. Nerds everywhere bow down to your Queen!!!
I have this sort of pseudo list in my mind of things I want to do before we leave Los Angeles later this year. They're things that I've always wanted to do or meant to do at some point in time while I've lived here but for whatever reason I've not done yet. One of the most important items on that list got accomplished Saturday night. I got to go to the Magic Castle.
You need an invitation from one of the members of the Magic Castle to even get into the place so it makes it somewhat exclusive. When I say exclusive I don't mean in the pretentious chi-chi obnoxious way that many places in LA are known for being. You don't have be a supermodel or an actor to get in. You simply have to know someone who knows someone who happens to be a magician. But you do have to dress formally to be allowed in, which means nice dresses for the ladies and suit and tie for the fellas.
We ended up hanging around there, flitting from magic show to magic show for over six hours. We saw some pretty mind boggling things. I haven't had that much fun in a long time.
There is no photography allowed in the Magic Castle so unfortunately we only snagged these two.
And now for the best part of the entire post. A magician named Gob.
