Elementary my dear Watson!

Eating a Tomato, Lettuce and Ham sandwich and drinking apple juice. I feel like I'm in elementary again with a paper bag lunch. All I need is red jello to make this a time travel moment back into an overstuffed cafeteria on paper bag lunch day.

MMmmm, delicious nostalgia! :)

Never been prouder.

When I was young I would ask my mother with a great deal of skepticism (especially for such a young age) if my father was any good at his job.

I still remember then, that even though I was at the age where I should idolize my parents, I held a lot of doubt on whether or not my father was good at working with fabric, cloth, textiles, etc.,

The problem was that his job wasn't merely dealt with labor or data, but artistry and aesthetics.

Anyhow, my mother answered earnestly (and which she still continues to do with just as much honest earnestness) that not only was my father good at his job, he was the Best!

At that time I just remembered walking away with much dubiousness, in a costume he made for me and my sister.

[Photo aptly captioned as: When I was Young and Knew no Better]

Now, you must realize that my father continued to make clothes for me and my sister (albeit more rarely as time went on... maybe because neither of us appreciated his fashion styles) and out of them all: the bell bottom jeans (that were too 70s for me and my sister to admit), the prom dresses (which were a mix between hit and miss, in my opinion), my grad dress (which I wore backwards, THE SHAME), my sister's clown blouse, and even NADA's design clothing that I watched a fashion show for... my favourite thing he has ever done, has to be the sofa covers he has just made.

I honestly don't know why I am so proud of them. Maybe because they look so normal? Because they fit so well? Because the colours actually kind of MATCH the house (although it was my sister and my mother who picked the cloths)? Anyhow, today was the day I actually told my dad that I was impressed with his skill. He beamed at me proudly.

Then I went to my room and laughed because I can honestly say today that I have never been as attached to sofa covers in my life. Maybe because all the love I wanted to have for everything he has ever (disastrously) created is made up for in these covers.

My dad, you are

Just had a moment

I just had a moment where I remembered something embarrassing I had done.

It never ceases to amaze me how stupid I can be.

I want to shoot myself in the head to erase the memory.