The hippie tablecloth skirt is this close to being finished. Which doesn’t mean it won’t still be a huge fail, but I’m trying not to focus on that at the moment. If it is a fail, it will be because I am over forty and can’t figure out how to wear it, not because it didn’t work. I made it work, with my superpowers. I think its success will depend upon my dye pot, a small amount of unraveling, and maybe a trip to the thrift store. I totally want to wear this skirt, stirring some lentils and singing Alice’s Restaurant, while some long-haired hobo I’ve never seen before plays guitar in the corner. That’s the dream!