I'm not good at it. Nobody would give me any money for what I do. They might ask ME to pay THEM if I tried to hem their pants or make them a stocking or a duvet cover.
I take a bit of pride in my ragged little projects. I show them to friends with a beam and say, "hey, look! I'm awful at sewing!" Their respect for me goes up a notch when they see my efforts, because does anybody really like the ultra-domestic perfect girl? No, but everybody likes the enthusiastic, ultra-domestic untalented girl.
At least that's what I suspect.
And yes, I'm a girl. Not a woman. And as I get older, I'll become a lady. still not a woman. So please don't refer to me behind my back as a woman.
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Whenever I've talked about you to my friends and stuff, I've always referred to you as a woman. True story.
Dani, I have witnessed your handmade throw pillows firsthand and WOW - they blew my mind
What's wrong with being a woman? You get more respect!
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