Friends, I've been on a real refashioning kick lately. I finally got the chance to tackle one of my most favorite pieces ever: Mama Grand's Coca Cola Sweatshirt.
No, seriously. It says Coca-Cola right there.
I absolutely love that it is a mix of cartography and cola, and I've been WAITING for Mama G to say I could have it. Once it was in my greedy little paws, the ideas began. Shall I make into a skirt? A hoodie? When I told Mama G of all my ideas, she gasped. Obviously she was not a fan of my completely refashioning her shirt. I decided to stick with it as a sweatshirt but with some alterations. Both parties were pleased with this idea.
And then this dude walked in. (No, seriously. It says Pepsi. He's owned this for at least twenty years.)
I was all like HELL NO. We are not going to the grocery all matchy matchy. I am Queen Supreme, zero calories and refreshing flavor. Rob was all, my sweater is more awesomesauce and I am not clear anymore so that makes me better. " I am Coke Zero." " I am Pepsi One."
(Wasn't the clear stuff nasty? I mean, really...what was Pepsi thinking?)
Eventually I won, with my new fabulous gathered sleeves and taken-in sides. (No, Rob, I will not gather your sleeves.) And by winning I mean I didn't have to carry the bag with the milk AND the orange juice. It's the little things, really.
Friends, please help settle this matter once and for all with your comments! Whoever loses has to make dinner this weekend, so please help this recipe challenged girl out and say that Coke totally beats Pepsi, hands down :)
XOXOXO Have a great night, all!