Of Pleather, Posts and Alligators
So, here it is nearly bedtime. And I have spent most of the day trying to finish my pleather purse creation. Sounds crazy, no? Like some kind of crazy plastic alligator?
Which reminds me of some crazy plastic alligator, pink, that was brought to me by this random guy who really wanted me to have it. He brought two, one for me, and one for the roommate so she wouldn’t feel left out. Like we were five or something. Bizarre. Wonder if he had some kind of roommate switch fantasy going on. Or just really, really wanted to share the alligator cocktail joy. (Cannot accuse him of being too cheap to buy an actual gift, not true.) I’m sure there is a photo of me, roommate and the alligators in my basement somewhere.
But back to the pleather. Sewing a fake skin, in the form of vinyl is just weird. I am loathe to imagine what kind of chemicals might be bonding together to form such a fabric. But in any event real leather was not available, and probably not affordable. So pleather it was. So strange.
Sewing Vinyl aka Pleather
I’m still cleaning up this blog. Which it appears that I do annually. I did not intend that, schedule it, or anything of the sort. But I can see that I moved it from Blogger, to WordPress.com, to self-hosted WordPress (here) about one year apart each time. How odd. I’m sure if I tried to do that on purpose that it would never happen.
My good friend is getting married in October in New York. So I am trying to plan a weekend trip. And it occurred to me today that flying to New York means flying over New Jersey, which is really far too close. And some insane people are actually going to fly into Newark. I have been through Newark airport enough times to understand that it is in my best interest to pay the extra $20 to fly into New York. Last time I had to go to New Jersey, I got a ticket for making a left turn. Did you know that left turns do not exist in northern New Jersey? You have to drive into this thing similar to a freeway ramp, that must cost billions to construct.
I was going to type that I have not flown since before 9/11. But that isn’t true. I went to Nebraska last year. But I don’t remember the cosmetics packing for new airline regulations drama. I’ll have to look that up again. I just remember the pre-departure as telling myself that my husband really could keep our three year old alive for an entire weekend without my help.
