Cooler than You: Stupid Things I Say and Do

In the final days of Me Made and, like near everyone else, I'm tired of the selfies.  So very tired.  I plug on though.  Surprisingly, I've made a considerable amount this month (see below), and . . . aside from being in a prolonged fight with the USPS and Girl Charlee over the location of my fabric and who is now responsible, I've had a good month on writing and sewing.  Need to get more writing done . . . but, my stress levels are calming down.  Perhaps because I have decided to take an hour and read a damned book everyday.  Perhaps.  Little things. Saturday: Another Archer . . . do not judge.  Archer number nine, this is.  I mean, look at that ribbon trim (with a hint of floral) and those glass buttons.  Oh yea, picking up a case of beer I lost a button.  Ha ha. RTW jeans, evil eye sandal from Bodrum, and the tiniest Coach I own.  Seriously, how is that even a purse? Sunday . . . Purple plaid thurlows...

So, my birthday is around the corner, as in like the 16th (a week from today), and the damned day has a long and sad history of being a total shitville.  One year a friend was murdered on my birthday, a cousin was shot the day after, it has been forgotten more times than I can count, I got used samples (as in the friend's hair was in the mascara) one year (let's not talk about that), and the day after I turned 30 I broke my foot.  First broken bone at 30! So, I don't mind getting older . . . I mind shit that happens though.  My 30th year blew, in astronomical ways.  Yet, I've trudged on.  Lupus still sucks, always will, but I was once told that I'd be dead long before now.  I'm turning 37 on the 16th.  Yes, yes I am. The comics book is in formatting for press, two articles will be done this week, a third book goes for press review at the end of summer, and . . . well, things are busy and that can only mean one thing.  Life isn't too bad.  Y...

You're weekly round up for May . . . Saturday : Party at Erika and Bur's in CT, for which being a NYer and jaunting to CT for the weekend makes us sound very bourgeois. Cabo Halter in Amy Butler fabric with my wearable muslin Thurlows.  Yea, buddy.  On the real wear pair, this week, I'm going to down a size (these are cut on the 12) and I'll take off a 1/4 inch on the crotch.  Other than that, and shortening them (pre-cut) by three inches--I be short--they are a great pair of trousers.  I detest this cheap denim fabric, hence the use for a muslin, but it worked for what I wanted.  Though, I used a third generation zipper that has now broken . . . I tested, I love, I hate this fabric.  Job done.  I'm up in the air if I'll fix the zipper to wear them a couple of times and send to Goodwill. hmmm. Check that out: someone else's kitchen!  And, a friend took this.  Mr. Fairytale got the night off of photo shooting. Sunday ,...

So . . . I don't know, maybe two months ago, I bought The Staple Dress pattern from April Rhodes.  Then I bought two voile prints (both Anna Maria Horner), and laid them out on my kitchen table and cut.  You can almost hear the hallelujah chorus of how much I enjoyed this one, and no I cut this one BEFORE I bought those shears that are better than butter .  It was quick, easy, pure instant gratification, and with the way the dress falls and is cut larger to smaller Nessa still fits in it.  Even better now, as I filled it before.  Yes, yes I did.  Everybody should have a dress, or two, in the wardrobe that can just be thrown on, paired with a belt (or not), and sported on the go.  One of those simple pleasures of life that make you go, "Ahhh, ain't life sweet today?" when you have a stack of shit falling on you and no end is in sight. I think the hardest part of this dress is having the patience to tape together the printed pattern (thoug...

It's week two of Me Made May . . . are you tired of seeing my mug yet? Day One, Monday (since I left off with Sunday, a hungover day post Derby madness). That's the Colette Sorbetto, altered.  I inverted the pleat, sewed it two inches, and did the rest the same.  That shirt is the skirt I hacked up . . . I mentioned that about three posts ago, I think.  I love the shirt; Mr. Fairytale seems to heart it too.  The shirt is a total win.  The skirt, well it gave me that shirt.  Jeans: Express.   Day Two, Tuesday (also known as the last day of class for the semester).  I posted this one on Instagram and Facebook, and from the reaction .  . .well, I love the dress too.  I have another one with purple polka dots (sorta).  It's The Staple Dress, by April Rhodes, in Anna Maria Horner fabric.  On this one you can see I did a bit of shearing at the waist (just enough, three rows).  My other version only has on...