Wednesday, June 1, 2011
I was given a Workshop Sewing 101 class for my birthday this year. It was the perfect fit to last years birthday gift of a sewing machine. I needed to just get myself out of the gate.
It was fantastic: Fun, Easy-going, Just the right pace, Cute people, Great pointers,
and a really larger-than-life-personality in our teacher, Kelly.
She was rocking it.
And every funny, the-first-time-i-tried-to-sew-a.... sewing story had something to do with her liking some cute boy, sewing up a hot numbered dress out of some old heavy-metal tshirt, or wearing tight jeans. I'm not remotely this cool, but it made me feel cooler for taking the class from her.
Turns out, Kelly has cancer. And it ain't for the first time. She's been fighting this dang thing for quite awhile now. She's got an incredible attitude about it, has started a blog about her experiences and her friends and followers are throwing numerous fund-raisers in the wake of her uninsured honor. So, here's to Kelly and kicking cancer's ass DIY style.