If I were to take that cover off of my sewing machine, plug it into the broken outlet in my living room, and move aside the various reading and viewing (and eating) accoutrements off of the floor, I would create those things inside my head that share the same family tree as this concoction by Muir Hughes. A mixture of Vivienne Westwood and Scarlett O'Hara. Not quite family Thanksgiving dinner friendly, but absolutely perfect to layer and cover up with a variety of other things that will make people wonder just what sort of scrap heap/Jostein Gaarder novel I walked out of. Something that would strongly encourage me to go try on those red plaid knee high Dr. Martens boots... Self, what are you doing tomorrow?
