The Afternoon That I Decided To Design A Dress

It's not my fault that I'm trying my hand at dress designing.  Honestly it's the stupid dress' fault.  I was in bed last night minding my own business and trying to sleep like a normal person when instead all I could think about was this dress.  The internet revealed that it was nowhere to be found. (What? Emerald corduroy, yellow polka dots and penguins? Why doesn't this exist already?) In a tizzy, I jotted down my idea and called my mother.  My mother should be considered for canonization for any number of reasons but one reason in particular is that she puts up with me.  She knows I'll have a stress induced aneurysm if I can't complete an artistic concept and she works her sewing machine magic for me and voila.  I've got the pattern, I've got my fabric, let's hope that Abby-Sue looks as cute in the Pocket Penguin Dress as I hope she will. There's a solid chance it could be the look of the winter or she could be wearing the strangest church dress ever invented. xoxo Agnes