Sites like this just feed my awful perfectionist tendencies. Isn’t it enough to make a nice sweater that your nephew wants to wear to school every day? Why do you have to be the best at everything?!? It’s supposed to be fun right?
And while I’m asking rhetorical questions, who were those people at the Oil Baron’s Ball? That’s what Georgie and I kept asking ourselves. Who are these people that dressed in black tie to dance with the cast of Dallas? It was freaky.
