The '90s Side

As the snow clouds fill the sky, with an unrelenting rage of white shroud falling at a diarrhea rate, my cardio of shivering under fleece is doing little more than make my chairs wobble from the constant rock-rock-rock. Though, in my continual battle against the elements--and my refusal to completely de-sex myself in the long doll-drum days of winter--wool plus flannel is like a girl's BFF this winter.  

Enter, Bruyere no. 2.  The first one, the original '90s throwback, first appeared on the Curvy Collective.  Even with that questionable fabric, I still love that version. Though, I must say . . . it stretches and doesn't hold up well.  I would say that thing will still be dead by spring, but I don't see daffodils and such peeking from the ground.  Instead, I see miles and miles of the white shroud.  

Yes, hello 1 March from the IKEA in Brooklyn.  I'm shivering over here.  Yes, yes, I am.  

That aside . . . Bruyere number two . . . I did the exact same alts as number one.  Sewed the side seams on 3/5ths allowance, and did my usual 2" over 1.5" or so inches of a sleeve increase for my biceps.  Though, this time I sewed the box pleats as drawn on the pattern (i.e. I didn't add the 1/4"), AND I have both back darts on the waistband (no. 1 has two on the shoulders and two on the waistband, which NO ONE notices and every single person thinks that is a neat visual appeal).  And . . . I added the inside waistband, for support.  

I wanted snaps, but the wool flannel proved too thick so I used metal buttons instead.  Cha cha.  Serged the insides . . . plaid matched like I'm a boss.  

Washed out light . . . ah, the joys of a long winter. 

Nice fit, eh? A) that's from the fabric being--well ya know, awesome (and not exactly cheap)--and B) see the bra love post about body fluctuation.  On side of the waist band is slightly off . . . one side is a 1/4 inch larger (i.e. if you cut the waitband on the bias interface it and then cut . . . bias makes stretch).  Do I care? No.  Why? Look at this shirt? One hiccup, that you can't see . . . bah hahaha.  

And, this my dears is a woman after near 12 hours of students, grading, teaching, and writing.  

Of course, as I needed apples and bread this week I ventured out in the second snowpocalypse of the month.  More so, I was a creeper and took pictures of everyday beauty.  I make no apologies for the many layers that I am.  

The first door, or last door, of three.  

It's like they are bowing to me.  

Can I have a balloon too?