DIY WTF

I'm a big fan of refashioning, redying, and generally remaking clothing.  (Otherwise known as altering to hide rips and redyeing to hide stains.)   I'm always looking at cool projects and trying to figure out what I want to try next.

But sometimes...oh, man sometimes....I just don't get it.

Sometimes it's a matter of style.  I don't like fussy bows on the necks of things and never have.  Not a huge fan of embroidering, so the embroidery projects are pretty much out.   Sometimes  I'll look at something and go wow, the skirt's too short for me or you'd definitely need a bra to wear that one so I'm unlikely to make something similar for myself.

Sometimes, it's a ...WTF.

Dresses made out of old records, high couture made out of TP or newsprint....not only is it impractical it can't really be worn by anyone, ever, and will disintegrate in a matter of months.   I just don't understand the point.

I've made a bunch of missteps in my remakes--I get too ambitious and get something and there's no real way to alter it to fit me, or I get too ambitious for the time that I have TO make things.  But I can't imagine spending the hours and hours and hours on a project that won't last through one good rainstorm, and you can't even eat it.

No particular point to this, just a WTF?

Things I wonder about.

1.  Cutoff shorts that are sold in stores.  And pre-distressed jeans.  Mine get that way on their own, and don't people own scissors anymore? 
2. Premixed drinks.  Granted I make a lousy margarita, but gin and tonic?  Really? 
3. Why my ambitions for craft projects always get the better of me. 
4. What is the point to lying?  In my experience one always gets caught anyway.  Probably because I'm a remarkably bad liar.  But I'm easy to lie to.  I believe everyone.
5. Kittens.  They're adorable, but man are they weird. 
6. Why fake food with all kinds of additives and garbage in it is cheaper than real, fresh, locally-grown food. 
7. Why cookies don't just appear when I wish for them.  It's disappointing.

Hallo.

I have to admit, I had a blog once before.  A couple, even.  I ignored them shamefully for large portions of time.

The same thing may happen to this.

But I wanted an easy free home on the web for some of my strange thinking and someplace where I could elaborate on stuff (even if no one ever reads it) more than I can on Facebook and.... yeah.  So I've started this thing.

Like Daniel, I think I'm a bit bewildered.