Yesterday, I got the panic. The OMG-the-Emmys-are-really-frickin’-soon panic. There was really only one solution: I needed fabric, yarn, handles, lining, zippers, and a plan, and I needed them IMMEDIATELY.
Of course, I did what any woman in my position would do. I headed directly to Mood Fabrics and Purl Soho, grabbed the first employee I could find at each place, and dragged them along with me as a “consultant” (read: moral support) as I hemmed and hawed and picked things up and put things back. I sincerely apologize to both unsuspecting ladies. It’ll be awesome when they finally see my dress and handbag on CRAFT, right? At least, that’s what I keep telling myself.