Or at least, I think I'm not an idiot.
Nonetheless, I occasionally do some very idiotic things. Case in point: last night. Last night, mensa genius that I am, I decided to make a pillow. Not just any pillow, but a down pillow. A down throw pillow that would be wonderful because it would be filled with the down from my old duvet, which has been inching it's way to the garbage since last week.
Look -- in theory, it wasn't such a bad idea. I'd just make a small opening in the old duvet and use the stuffing to fill my new pillow. Easy peasy, right? I'd be recycling! I'd be making something new out of something old! I'd be a crafting wonder woman! Martha Stewart and and the new environmentalist version of Leo DiCaprio would bow down to me in equal measure!
Can you guess what happened?
Down. Feather. Explosion.
The moral? Maybe I am an idiot. Or maybe I just like to try stuff that occasionally goes wonky. Is that a bad thing? A personality flaw I should try to correct? I'm not shy about my mistakes (and often post about them on the chic blog) and some of my readers have said this is admirable.
I don't know about that. What I do know is this:
After extensive vacuuming, a long shower and a refusal to give up, I do indeed have a new down throw pillow made from an old duvet. I also have feathers in my hair (which has been washed and dried TWICE... it's like the feathers are emerging from hidden crevices in my scalp on some sort of time release cycle). Oh, and I have a professional client meeting at my office this afternoon.
Luckily, I'm feeling quite light about it all. I figure you're all laughing at me, I might as well join in.
* Image by Elisabeth Sophia Fuchs (Elisa Fox) on Stock Xchng.