It has been game on over in this neck of the woods over the last few days.
Chantilly has been all up in my grill and talking smack about my ability to follow pattern directions and successfully manage to gather some fabric. And I have to say, she is a sassy lady who knows how to hit you where it hurts.
But I'm not letting a ripped bodice shell piece (I'll fill peeps in on the tragedy later), running out of thread three times and a snapped serger needle hold me back.
Witness this, y'all. Chantilly, I'm calling you out. It is on like Donkey Kong. You ain't no Biegnet of doom. You don't make me create multiple muslins like Jenny. Heck, you don't even require a FBA like poor old meh dress. Girl, you can bring it because It. Is. On.
*the crowd goes wild*