I took a fun little class last night at SF's latest craze craft gym. Never fear, the word gym is only meant to draw your attention to the modern interior space or as they say "a place to give your mind a creative workout." Happily, we only lifted petite spools of thread. Ironically the little studio is directly across from another invitingly voyeuristic glass space only this one was filled with hard core krav maga students. Over the course of our three hour class we watched the windows go from transparent to dripping with steam and then solidly opaque.

Our teacher Jane was a treat, as was Besty the 13 year old wide-eyed wonder kid. Besty put Janin and I to shame by whizzing through the "as seen in readymade issue #11" rocker tee shirt project in an hour and then sewing a skirt from another tee while we both labored through re-sewing, ripping and sewing again until we had the perfect fit. I'll post a photo of my tee after a little more perfecting.