Cooler than You: Stupid Things I Say and Do

So, among the ass load of student papers and institutional work I've done, an article revision, and the hell, absolute HELL, of book formatting, I squeezed some time to make up some lovelies.  Why? A girl can always use more clothes, and handmade ones are fun! Yes, even fashion basics are fun. First up: Colette's Ginger pattern, version three.  Okay, my version three . . . not hers.  I made a purple one (Colette version one), which my zipper busted upon completion so I deconstructed part of the waistband to replace said zipper (Coats and Clark owes me about an hour and a half!), and I made a bias cut one (Colette version three) with kitchy zebra turned chevron stripes.  You'll see it on here this month.  I will get to that later. Sorry for the shitty picture.  I couldn't get the light to work in my favor today, and I'm looking worse for the wear after a longish day.   See . . . it's just your basic A-line, until: Bound seams!...

I should be grading, or finishing my next book due to press . . . but I haven't dicked around on this blog in nearly a month, and I need to brain dump.  On what, I have no idea.  Normally I sit down and shit -- often shit  I should squirrel away from in sheer embarrassment--just pours forth for your reading enjoyment.  Tonight, I have little of anything swarming in my deluded and deranged mind.  Okay, well I do . . . but it concerns the page margins, rules for citations in Chicago Manual of Style, and how much I hate the hell of press formatting.  Yet, why do I do it? I'm  a vain bitch who loves seeing her name in print.  On the cover of a book is even better.  This isn't my first time at the name on the book cover rodeo, so you think I would have a system down.  I do.  But, sadly, my pocketbook and health would revolt at that much bourbon.  Though, I wonder if there is enough to drown me on this side of the Miss...