Project Runway Syndrome

Last week I had the swine flu. Seriously. I lay in bed for 4 days and watched a lot of television. I watched so many reruns of Project Runway, in fact, that I actually thought, “Hey, I think I could do that.” And for the first time in my entire life (save 7th and 8th grade home ec class) I sewed. I got out that handheld sewing kit my mom bought me when I started college and sewed up some holes on clothes I’d been meaning to give to my mom to fix. (Yes, that is correct, every time I go home I go with a handful of things I need fixed.)

I felt pretty good about myself so I decided to try something a little more challenging and attempted to shorten a dress slip. I got only so far as cutting a hole in it to realize I was too tired, unskilled and ill-equipped to continue.

In total, I fixed a skirt and pair of pants and destroyed a slip. Not bad for my first time.

I am glad I sort of overcame my fear of sewing, but I’m a little concerned it came at the beckoning of a reality television show. I think I’m more impressionable than I’d like to be. Like when I watched the finale of The Biggest Loser last year and actually wanted to go on a rigorous diet and exercise regime in hopes of dropping double digits each week. I understand that this is an unreasonable and delusional idea.

Oh and except for the throwing up, high fever, and inability to get out of bed for 4 days, the swine flu was not that bad.