Pedantic Meander and Fall Stitches

Sometimes you have those moments when nothing will really manifest and complete itself.  That . . . that is me as of late.

Piles of work come and go, piles more feeling neglected, stacks staring me down, and stacks more waiting to be found.  This is the nature of life, I presume.

These days I'm sorely attempting to finish edits on two articles and one book, yet abusive emails and demands beyond the caveat of my station consume my fading hours and minutes.  There are days, like today, when I know that I will never keep up.  Catching up is a mere fantasy fading in the summer days as it turns to fall.  Of course, there's also a bit of writer's block.  That, I know what that is from . . .

So, instead you press on and you look up from your computer screen, riddled with virtual characters streaming together sentences of relative coherence, and a natural beauty arises devoid of a filter.*

And then you wallow with a mutt by your side, to only have her chase the mailman and annoy the poe poe.  

Scores of things pour from your machines.*  

And to ease the idle comforts, you sketch new, old, and uncrafted yet.  This is a fall make, of three mables I just churned out, completed on summer's heels.  

Yea, Fall 2014 is here--more or less--and plans and drafts are already underway, some done, and some will surely take over an insomnia filled night.  

Yes, I sketched them this year (some more refined than others).  With jeans, and skirts, a heavily altered button down, a self drafted dress . . . as in the skirt for my tartan looks like a poof verses pleats.  Bah.  

Butterick 5526, my Simplicity pencil that has been used more than a city urinal, another Belcarra . . . I covered one sketch as . . . if my editing shit show ever moves on I'll have another pattern to dick around with for grading et al.  Yea, it's always fun to learn something new . . .or at least in theory.  Really this should read that it is something I wear the shit out of, and I figured I might as well brave the waters and grade some for purchase and see if I can make some pennies to--ya know--pay for more fabric, a coffee, or the long overdue reinstatement of my sanity.  

That By Hand London jumpsuit, hijacked with a Belcarra top, a Colette Anise, and more of the mable from her.  Yea, the one in the middle . . . Heather might have told me what her next pattern is, and . . . let's just say it requires a sewing machine and cloth.  

Fashionary makes a seamstress by night's habit a little more mainstreamed, eh? 

And, of course, those not on there: 

Cashmerette is hosting a wrapalong on the Curvy Collective.  So I have a wrap dress this month, but that coat . . . since I crowd sourced buttons how about a coat.  The white one, in the middle . . . brown plaid or black? 

And now back the stunted rhythm and strain run of the pace.

*Obscene amounts of filming on my block make it look cleaner than a neat freak's attic.

* Crowd source won: White trim.