Cooler than You: Stupid Things I Say and Do

Corduroy fabric and fall go hand-in-hand in my mind . . . kinda like pickles and peanut butter  or peanuts in your coke.  Yea, it is a preference thing.  Some people will run from cord fabric, like it is Satan sitting at the dinner table.  Me . . . it is one of those fabrics that I like for a semi casual look while still looking better than a kid dressed up in Mom's clothes.  Okay, so you are probably over my analogies.  Anywho . . . I made a Colette Beignet .  And today you have a mixed review, of sorts. Let's walk through the picks.  You'll see . . . I actually made this nearly a month ago, and wore it on a semi chilly day.  Then it got hot again  . . .It's finally cord weather again this week (which yea, I'm not in cords . . . I'm in a hounds-tooth wool pencil that is dreamy.  I think I'll blog that next.  Just for the hounds-tooth porn.) Yes, that's Mut...

Hoodies and Fall go hand in hand.  Well, hell, hoodies tend to be a good wardrobe staple anyway you shake it.  So, I set out to make my new favorite one . . . the Sol Hoodie by Jamie Christina.  To make it I used some grey ponte knit that I got from Mood (and yes, I paid for it), some tissue knit lavender/pinkish for the hood lining, a metal zipper (I think plastic ones on hoodies are A) pointless, as they break quicker than pigs eatting slop and B) look cheap (sorry, not sorry).  I had some ribbon trim my Dad bought me on our excursion to Mood in August, and I used that.  Yea, when I got it I told him that I wasn't 100 percent sure what I was going to do with it.  Yea, Dude, I always knew.  I just wasn't going to tell him that I was planning to use 15 dollar a yard trim for a hoodie.  Ha.   I can't tell you how many times I've worn it since finishing it . . . two dozen maybe? And it's only been done a week.   After runnin...

Since my postings got changed last week, I updated this one before I posted.  Enjoy. As I've made note, around here , that I absolutely love fall it should be no surprise that the changing of the leaves bring an indescribable delight to me.  Along the way, though, the summer rolled into an Indian Summer that we relished as we saw extended tomatoes at the farmer's market and went kayaking another time.  The bliss of summer extended for a momentary limbo of extended transition. Night kayaking along the Hudson . . . the city really does look like a Gotham delight here.   Those yellow jackets do us no favors, but the water was sublime . . . gentle rolls of tidal splashes from boat traffic and seasonal change made the warm salty Hudson lap onto our kayaks.  Rocking us along.   In the moonlight I look like your ghostly captain.   The Tania I never blogged about here, in a fabric my Mom gave me from her stash.  It's grossl...