Bombshells of Summer
As this year has run, and as I've attested, there has been a bought of Lupus hell and body image horror. Okay, probably more horror on my end . . . but still. No matter how secure a woman is, shit still creeps in. Everyone, and I mean, everyone has had it at come point. With that being said, last summer I bought Heather's first pattern--that Bombshell --and some inexpensive black swimsuit material to try it out. Then I lost the will to scrutinize myself in the mirror, in a swimsuit. I mean, come on . . . who in the hell enjoys that torture? Even at home, in decent lighting? So, it sat. On my shelf. Glaring at me like a maladjusted bitch ready to pounce. And then I found myself inventorying my patterns and fabric. In that midst (which the patterns are nearly half cataloged and the fabric is all noted and marked), I told myself I had to do this. Had to do it by summe...