May Me Made, Week One

So, I'm a couple of days late getting the first week posted . . . shoot me later.  I've been busy.  Finished that book review, on a good book of theory . . . just a bitch to write.  Finishing my own book, grading, more grading, one round of final grades posted, and a Derby party all played into the mix.

But, here goes:

May 1st



So fresh from a run, I showered and posed  . . . That's my Lotus top, from an Amy Butler pattern.  I've altered it twice, and well . . . as you can tell it is roomy and too big on me.  I made it in January, and I've lost a little bit of chunk since then.  So, it was fun while it lasted, but after three alterations off to Goodwill it goes.  Below is a photo of how badly it bellows.  Ugh.  Oh, don't judge those shorts.  I never wear them out of the house, and I can fit in them.  Couldn't wear them last year.  Whoo hoo.  


May 2d

After a day of teaching and advising, with some writing to boot.  The skirt is the Amy Butler Barcelona, with layers.  Top: a cheap thing from Target.  




May 3rd

A pair of Express Jeans and a Renfrew.  If you haven't tried that pattern you so should.  Making basics might  appear silly, but honestly these shirts fit me better than anything I've ever bought.  Oh, I forgot to buy twill tape so I used ribbon.  Ribbon . . . well that just makes it fun on the inside.  And the belt is from Little Earth, and it is made from recycled metal in a vintage World War II design.  Also, it is up-cycled as I bought it on Ebay years ago.  


And, yes, these photos are shitty.  It was Friday night, cut me some slack.



May 4th: also known as Derby Day.  

So I've got on Express Jeans again, but that shirt . . .  Well, it is really the Taffy pattern from Colette Patterns, but I hijacked the design and did my own thing.  I omitted the sleeves, bound the edges, used scrap knit (from a Renfrew) for the back, and trimmed it with some lace I got for free from an Etsy seller.  I made it Friday afternoon, as I decided I wanted a Derby Day shirt.  So, this is my Derby Shirt.  I do very much love it. 


May 5th: Post Derby

I'm sorry to say that on Sunday I didn't wear handmade, as I was too hungover to sport anything but yoga pants and a tank top.  Not sorry I drank enough bourbon to cause a shortage in NYC.

And that's week one.

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