I promise this isn't going to turn into a Martha Stewart-esque blog, but...

So for the past week or so I have been boycotting Clark's cafeteria food like the plague, only eating there when I have to. And so I have been having to provide my own food, and although living off of cheese and hummus and bread and crackers and cereal has been kind of wonderful (OH and also this delicious frozen chicken with broccoli baked inside of it that you buy frozen and put in the oven for 32 minutes and VOILA deliciousness)...it's not a very self-sustaining diet so I have decided that I want to learn how to cook. I will most likely be posting my many failures and the few lucky successes that are bound to occur with enough trial and error. Every weekend I'm going to try out one new recipe and sometimes during the week if I have time. I am really banking on the fact that whatever I make will be loads better than the cafe food..I hope it is at least. Nothing really could be worse.
Today I was looking through my closet and found this sweater that I bought a while ago because I loved the fabric...but the flamboyant sleeves just make me cringe and I have put it on many times...planning to wear it for the day, but I always end up taking it off after a few gances in the mirror because of the horrid sleeves:


Yeah.... it speaks for itself. But today I had the sudden urge to fix these sleeves once and for all so I could put it on in the morning and actually make it out the door in it. So I cut off the ends of the sleeves (which felt very liberating) and folded it in and tried to hand sew it...but after about 20 minutes of realizing it was pretty futile and horribly done I enlisted Maddy's help with her magical sewing machine and this was the result:


What before was a sweater with awful sleeves at an awkward length is now a normal looking 3/4 length sweater that is wear-able, and I love it. Successful day.
Now to stop avoiding Statistics and go outline Chapter One.