Clue #2

I wander near I wander far

I couldn't get here inside my car

I went by No Name

A town of some fame

But I still hadn't arrived

Just the same.

Where in the world is KathyB!?!

I'm on the road again.

This is a sign I passed on my way.

Any ideas where I might be?!

From now on you can call me MacGyver

I got a lot of questions about the dress and what exactly I did to it. First of all, let me preface my explanation by saying that I don't sew. I've tried. Honestly. I even have a sewing machine that my mother diligently tried to teach me to use. Let's just say that after a couple hours of "teaching" my mom suggested that I give it up. She's a very patient woman.

So to summarize, I can do buttons but anything else exceeds my skill level.

The first thing I had to do was remove these from the dress:
My daughter has a very athletic build. Translation: she's flat as a pancake. She put this dress on and was parading around the house. My husband was caught by surprise when she came around the corner. His jaw dropped, his eyes bugged out and he grabbed me by the elbow and yanked me into the kitchen to ask, "What in the heck...! Her chest?! That didn't just... happen. Did it?!"

Honestly, that reaction was almost worth the fire drill that the rest of my evening became. Of course, I had to tear the inner seam to remove my daughter's newly found b-cup prowess. I made a clean tear, but the seam was continuing to further unravel without any real encouragement. It clearly needed to be re-sewn, but wait... I don't do that.

So I stapled it closed.

I needed about four staples to repair each cup. Can you see the first one?! It gets better.



Once the boobies got deflated the whole top half of the dress sagged. Suddenly the arm holes were too long, the empire waist was at her regular waist... Clearly the shoulder straps needed to be shortened... At 9:00 PM the night before graduation. Did I mention I can't sew?

Fortunately, this is the world according to me, and in my corner of the world lack of ability doesn't usually hold me back. I improvised. I pinched up the excess fabric and tied it off with a brown, elastic hair-tie. Then I did the only stitch I know, the-sew-a-button-on-a-shirt-stitch, to tack the offending fabric to the shoulder.

And of course the finishing touch was the camisole that she wore underneath. I wanted to cover some of the skin that was showing, but I also needed to protect her from the staples all over her chest.

One of yesterday's commenters inferred that the dress was MacGyver'd together.

She had no idea.