A Little Houds-toothy Porn.

I'm a little a late, as I was in Turkey last week and this week has been all things chaotic . . .

But, in case you didn't get enough pencil love a few weeks back I certainly have some more.  What? I love a good pencil.

Round two with Simplicity 9084.  A simple skirt, works with a cardi (like here), a button down, and always with boots.  Cha cha.  Has a nifty vent, and this one is made out of a soft wool blend.  I heart.


Yea, the mirror with the out of town messages.  For the record, it is cleaned off now.  After photos, I know.  I did the same shortening of the short version as before because--well, ya know--I ain't no giant.  The rest . . . cut to the pattern.  Added the lining because a pencil without a lining is like coffee without the caffeine.  Just silly.  Yes? Yes.  Notice it fits slimmer this time? I didn't add any to the width, as the last is loose (a little).  Pretty nifty, if you ask me.  This one even has the skinny waistband like the pattern.  Boring? Well, wait . . . 


Yup, I matched hounds tooth like a boss.  A boss!


Look at that zipper? Seriously.  Look and drool.  Lapped zippers are my newest superpower, like being a bestie to my Labrador, running a ten mile, and not strangling the Mr. Softee asshat who sits his fucking truck in front of my building everyday.  Every single day! I realize Mr. Softee is a New York icon of sorts, but seriously this shit is borderline (okay, out fucking right) insane.  I truly hate the ice cream man.


You drooling in awesome wonder yet? You know you are.  


Such a gorgeous little hound tooth piece.  I promised hounds tooth porn, and well . . .you got it.  Though, I am certain by now there are those running away because they thought, well, there would be actual porn on here.  Yea, pervs . . . keep on moving.


Hem lace, just because.  Lining, my usual rayon.  Shimmy in, shimmy out.


Zippers and linings.  Yup.


Yea, I like this pattern, lurve this skirt, and there isn't a lot left to say . . . except that we all love some perfectly matched hounds tooth porn . . . I mean I could go into memory markers of ice cream trucks as children, and once when I was about eight I ran with my piggy bank to discover that is was empty.  I had an older brother, who well, was all things awful at times.  But, I'll leave the shit and lackluster for another day.  Like half past Sunday on the way to a sunny day in hell.  Yea, I'm not going there today.  

Or, I could blather about being entirely too approachable with students.  They tell me about break ups, miscarriages, and abortions.  I may hold the majors to standards, but yea . . . apparently my scented candle, hard candy, and looking at them in the eye reeks of warmth.  Ya know, when NYers leave this city we are always nodded as a little bitchy (or a lot).  I need to figure out how to channel that in here.  Hmmm.  Though, it is nice to be sought out by students (for the most part).  I guess it means I'm doing something right.  

On that note, I'll post something this weekend I think on Turkey and my latest script for a Lifetime Movie. . . seems my karma will never be clean and Lifetime moments are the fabric of my life.  Cha cha.  Until then, oogle my hound tooth.  It is pretty damned nifty.

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