So I made it through surgery today, one deep breath at a time, and after my face was all stitched up, I said to my surgeon, "Now I know how the shirt I'm sewing feels."
"Well, I actually cut YOU on the bias," he replied.
And he was right; he did cut me on the bias. Only in New York!
(Turns out his grandmother was once a costumer to the stars and he grew up watching her work on her old Singer. I can only remember so many details when I'm in the middle of being sutured, but I believe he said Benny Goodman was one of her clients.)
My husband and daughter bought me a slice of black and white cake from Amy's Bread at Chelsea Market across the street from the hospital where I was sliced and sewn. Then we came home and I ate it while we watched Project Runway, so this day is pretty much perfect.
Also, my bird-print blouse is almost done; only buttonholes and the hem are left!
Have a great weekend, everybody!