while my sewing machine gathers dust

I want to be a crafty blogger -
I do.
And, in my head, I am one.
But, in reality, well, I'm afraid artfully arranging the crappe on my mantle does not a crafty blogger make.
I continue to delude myself though.
In the beginning of December I knitted a big giant rectangle. From some of that lovely hand spun wool from South America (I think).
I didn't know what it was going to be - and it is, in fact, a big giant rectangle. But it does a good job of keeping my shoulders warm.

I did make the wrapping paper I wanted to make. I carefully wrapped everything with white butcher paper and then glued on funky photos from discarded library books (we gave everyone books).
So.
Relatively crafty.

And now I find myself longing for a couple of long tunic-y dresses, which I know I could sew, probably even without a pattern.
But I decided to take a look at the McCalls site,
and I thought I'd share what came up after a search for 'tunic,' because I'm nice that way.

I don't understand how this qualifies as a tunic.



Star Trek costume, perhaps.
It's even better from the back -



I call this one the Skip To My Lou Tunic -






I'm just not sure there is ever a reason to make pants.
I'm wracking my brain here, trying to imagine a scenario in which the sewing of pants is required.

And speaking of...



FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. PLEASE TELL ME THAT NO ONE IS SEWING THEIR OWN SCRUBS.

(I'm swooning over the pattern for the HATS though.)



This last one ends my foray into the world of sewing.