pack it up, pack it in, let me begin

there's a bit of a backstory here before you scroll down to le photos.  it will not make sense without the backstory.  READ IT, YO.

if you were around these parts this summer, you might recall my trip to mood LA with the lovely miss clio of clio and phineas.  during our romp through the remnant boxes, we came upon some stripes of orange hue.  this was a problem, as we're both a bit psychotic for that particular shade.  not wanting to duke it out in the aisle, i calmly suggested we split the goods and share our makes via blog.

clio squinted her eyes, obviously wondering if she could take me down and get out the door before an agile employee tackled her.  perhaps, upon thinking over the godzilla sized almond croissant i'd had for lunch, she realized i was way too sugared up to make the odds good.  she agreed, and we sliced the stripes in half.

and then, there was this.  the beginnings of the most horrific thing i've ever made that was never made.  capri length harem pants, scrapped halfway through.  i decided to wing it into a mini dress.  but the fabric had already been irreparably scarred from its first iteration.  this ended up being the kind of project that you finish because THERE IS NO OTHER CHOICE... and i finished this jammie to within an inch of its life.  even though it was quite clear, long before i installed the zipper, there was STILL no way in hell i'd ever wear it in public.  i'd wear it for our cross blog posts, and that would be that.

but i couldn't even muster up the will to put it on for a single shot.  the thought of it made me nauseous. defeated, i decided to make my excuses, clio's cheery ready to post! email ringing in my ears.  maybe she'll just forget, i hoped.  into the goodwill pile it went, as we prepared to get out of dodge on our last night in LA.

then, stunner came over for dinner.  you remember stunner?  stunner had her very own pile of get-out-of-dodge goodies.  what the hell, i thought.  she might as well try this abomination on.

and then my jaw dropped.  

STUNNER.

OONER.

STUNNER.

OONER.

if we aren't the poster children for proportion and how to make it work for you, i don't know who is.  now look, don't get all silly and tell me it looks good on me.  It.  Does.  NOT.  i am totally okay with that fact.  believe me, i think i'm hot as shit (which is a very strange expression) but in this i'm cold pizza, at best.  which just blows my mind that in the same dress, stunner is a refreshing summer fruit.  or a crispy pepperoni slice with fresh mozzarella and basil, if you want to keep the simile going.

obviously, it stayed with her.  and suddenly i know what i'm having for dinner tonight...

so clio!  what did you make, girl?  (EDIT: clio's is up and i'm JEALOUS.)  and what about y'all?  have you ever made a nightmare that looked like a dream on someone else?