It's a stretch to say that everyone has something to offer the world, but you'd be dead-on if you said that no one can do everything. Moby will never be a professional wrestler. Werner Herzog will never work for Disney. Phoebe Cates.....well, OK. Phoebe Cates can do anything she wants. Touché.

Phoebe aside, we all have limits. As for me, I will never be a tailor.

My pal Adella? She bangs out things like this like it's nothing. So I figure I'll save myself some money and score some brownie points with my improv crew by making my own jester costume. I start with a simple tunic pattern and a bunch of grand ambitions. 5 hours later, I finish with a pile of tattered old shreds and a lighter wallet.

So after much browbeating, I bring myself down to Adele's (no relation to Adella, though I'm sure they'd have a lot in common), plunk down the cash I should have spent in the first place, and end up with a costume I couldn't have made in 6 weeks. Lesson du jour: When in doubt, pay someone else to do it.

So if you're a tailor who's about to write a white paper about proton therapy or Fibre Channel Storage Area Networks, stop right there and call me. I think we can barter.