Week Four, or a whole lota pics for you to drool over.
So I'm a few days late with Me Made May . . . May has FIVE weeks . . . ugh.
To make it up, here's a pic of the cupcake pin cushion I drafted a few years back (it fits inside a bobbin carousal, by the way) and the mini tomato I did up today . . . scraps of course. Today's has steel wool to keep the pins happy. Cuteness makes everyone smile.
Without further ado:
Well . . . you saw part of it here, but there was more.
That jacket . . . when I was small and still in Seattle all the kids had that brand of pants. I soooooooo wanted a pair, but my folks refused to shell out 50+ bones. So a gazillion years later I scored a jacket. I heart it.
And that evening:
Lilics are my favorite, from the market. Year old wedding cake: surprisingly not bad.
So, under my robes of velour and polyester and my pillow hat I was keen to wear my wearable muslin of the Colette Truffle from her book. Muslin you say? Yes, it was made from leftover fabric from the two bridesmaids dresses I did last spring. Made it up in Jan, right after I got the book. Took it in the week before graduation. Twas a hit . . . though, I felt like a flasher when taking off the robes and, well, I was wearing so little in comparison. On other notes, there were scores and scores of compliments. Note: I was a comfy temperature under the gowns. Many of my colleagues were not.
The shoes are the Wingtip Top Heel from Modcloth. Cheap, but comfy. Considering I was in them from 6am until almost 3:30pm, that is saying something.
Eight or so hours of wrinkles, not bad.
Monday . . .
I felt like crap on a cracker.
There's my first Colette Ginger . . . and a Gap tank.
Tuesday was a little bit hot.
I worked from home in my Amy Butler Barcelona and wife beater. The layers and pretty pink of my skirt make the wife beater okay. Don't judge.
Wednesday, well it got chilly.
That's the Megan Neilson Kelly, and I lost my cookies and ordered the kit . . . hence the linen and shell buttons. Do I regret it? Only that the kit for the Cascade was SOLD OUT. Oh well, Lauren at LLadybird had a birthday and I graciously used her discount code to buy Megan's Briar and Casade patterns, along with another for knickers, from Sweet Little Chickedee (that discount has ended, by the way). For the record, I may or may not stalk Lladybird's blog a little bit. I underlined my Kelly with a bit of muslin I had, as the linen was too thin to wear without something underneath and I really wanted it like right now . . . so, muslin it is. Works or me. As many times before, scores of people loved it.
Thursday . . .
Here's my Colette Meringue, I think there was a pattern this week . . . and I look shell shocked in this picture. Twas a trifling day.
Friday:
From the editor's seat, in my at home office and it was COLD. . . my friend Tanfer probably gasped when she saw this photo. A) it was a cold day and B) Tanfer is gasping over that poncho I made in 2007 (right when I got serious about crochet, and her Mom indirectly taught me how to knit and I finally started that about three years ago, as I prefer knit to crochet now). T has one like this, as she requested it, and I obliged. Yarn from the first trip to Turkey.
FYI: submitted the book LATE Friday night. I have a few days before I go into serious overdrive on two other small project and another book. Yes, yes, I never stop. I'm looking worse for the wear here.
Saturday.
Twas a shitty day outside, we stayed inside. Mr. Fairytale is sooooooo over the daily photo shot. A selfie from the hallway.
That's a Renfrew, and a Lupus "flush." Flush sounds so much better than rash.
Sunday, known as the day Mr. Fairytale and I decided to walk all of Willamsburg and half of the greater Brooklyn area.
My Miette skirt that I chopped off six inches to make it a kitchy wear to not enter the folds of work clothes and a Gap shirt that is now in Goodwill as the first five times I wore it it held its shape. Now, there was much stuffing of my shirt into the skirt ALL day. It grew, and grew, like one of those dolls with replenishing hair from my childhood. Also, I have lost a little bit of chunk. Matisse boots I got for a steal three years ago. I plan on making another of these skirts, in corduroy for the fall. I think it would be lovely (of course I'll leave the length so I can wear it to work).
We wanted to hit the flea market, but we got there is was being evacuated because rooftops were blowing off or some NYC problem common to us . . . so, we hit Artists and Flea and wandered until we couldn't feel our little toes.
And here is the beauty of them hem:
Like a boss, I am.
Monday, Memorial Day
After The Met (i.e. the Punk Exhibit . . . not my favorite. I was more invigorated and excited with Alexander McQueen than this one, which is irony since two of his dresses were part of this showing (I found them slightly out of place)) we ate and then wandered for dessert. Chocolate sorbet, since dairy makes me sad. But my thurlows are pretty sweet. . . and the Cosmo bag, again.
Yea, my legs are speckled . . . um, I have Lupus in case ya didn't know. Blah blah blah.
And, one from The Met in front of Jasper Johns's White Flag. I wrote a piece on his works years ago . . . still holds a special spot for me.
And that takes us to today, Tuesday.
My Thurlows again (have I told you I LOVE them?) and a Wiksten tank in Anna Maria Horner rayon. I was lurking this blog, and I decided I had to have that pattern the Aussie was wearing. So, I downloaded it and sized down (in case you are wondering). I have at least two more of these planned. Yay! And, no the pattern isn't entirely needed (and I did French Seams on the shoulder and flat felled on the sides. Bound the armholes and neck, then did three rows of top stitching on the armholes for coolness, and omitted the pocket), but it made my life easier, I like it, and I like to support indie designers.
Don't forget my Vince Camuto boat shoes, I scored on sale. Bought these and a blue pair. Leather shoes for 40 each. Cha cha.
On that note, my pizza is about to burn in the oven and that would be tragic as I make a mean one. If the insomnia kicks in like last night, where I found myself cutting out the piece for another tote, then I'll do the Thrulows tribute. If not, before I leave for the Kentucky and Summer Camp for Nerds (AKA: The College Board and AP exams) on Friday.
That tote, from insomnia hours. It's the Anna Maria Horner Multi-tasker. What I did? Add an extra internal pocket, reduce seam allowances to 1/2 an inch (from 5/8ths), and add a spot of Velcro.
Week four tells me that taking a photo of yourself everyday is rather assaulting, and I will be glad to hit 31 May . . . but then I'll be in Kentucky and old friends will be all "let's get a photo," and it wouldbe rude to not partake, and then . . . well, you know.
By the way, today . . . sunny before 10 am. Post: overcast, rainy, and chilly. What happened to May?
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