It's more like Blood, Sweat, and Tears

Very Easy Very Vogue my eye.
Why?  Why?  Why?

Why do I not remember that I dislike sewing neck bands?

 (here is the honest truth.  probably should not have added the poorly stitched label)

Why do I not remember that I puffy sleeves are not a good look on me?

 (I am not smiling on the inside)

Why do I not remember that the finished product is never as great as in my mind's eye?

 (my mind's eye sees things much more glamorously)

How do those Project Runway hopefuls look so pleased with themselves as their garment is sauntered down the runway?

And, even when they know they've blown it, they say things like,

"I can honestly say that I have been true to my aesthetic."  

Or,

"This completely represents me as a designer."

What would I say?

"I hope I am a much better designer than what this garment represents."

Or,

"Well, my idea was fabulous, even if it was way beyond my ability to execute."
Or,
"This will look beautiful on someone.  But that someone is not me."

Maybe I should have read Grandma's books first.

Or gone to a movie instead.