Cooler than You: Stupid Things I Say and Do

The perpetual nature of my life is busy.  This fall no less.  Of course, the Lupus, a stomach virus (dear lord), and an ear infection with a side of vertigo wear distasteful . . . but, in the meantime the knitting needles click at night, on the subway, on ferries, in planes, on trains . . . yes, as I go they do too.  Instead of vegetating in front of a tellie, which I've never been capable of, I knit for an hour or two.  Of course, the desire to have sweaters that fit me in the shoulders and hips, scarves that are affordable to my vows of poverty salary in higher ed, and such . . .  So, in September or so I started duplicating one Chanel scarf .  And as I rotated between it and a sweater, it took some time.  Of course, as I was using yarn from my fantastical trip to the land of Anne Shirley last summer I really wanted it to be perfect.  Well, as good as perfect as I get.  Cabling without a needle hook  . . . I'd never done that bef...

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...

Another week . . . another round up.  Day 19 My iPhone has a timer, I've got lots of bookshelves . . . enter the handsfree selfie.   'Tis my linen Kelly from last May, a RTW tee that is about a year old now, and a Micheal Kors belt.  My name necklace, in Egyptian, and a Otlu pendant from my friend Linda.  Yes, my home office is that tiny.   Day 20 So, yea . . . selfies are a bitch.  Seriously, how do those tweens do it? And, yes, my dears .  . .Cousin It came to town via my 90s afro hair.   A whisken tank from last summer, and in the course of scouring my closet on this surprisingly warm day . . . I need summer shirts, yo.  So much so that two sleeveless Archers are sitting on the table to cut, cut and sew, sew.  Tomorrow I see a plan.   On other notes, is that light between my thighs? Hot damn.  That ain't happened in years.  What? Women across the universe know this feeling. ...

Well, I guess it has been nearly a year since I decided to see about not buying clothes and how much I could make.  I can say, with all honesty, that I have bought three cardigans, two pair of jeans, two plain tee shirts, some socks, knickers, and some running bras, pants, and two therma hoodies.  Beyond that. . . Mr Fairytale picked me up a vintage, handmade Wonder Woman tee at Artist and Flee months ago and a Feminist Mystique tee from The Strand last month.  Beyond that . . . well, my machine has been busy. Most of these you have seen, as I've blogged them here or on Instagram, but none-the-less it is still fun (and a little embarrassing) to go through the past year.  Little notes, through the snap shots, kind of pave the way for ya. Sleep Pants, Amy Butler with Alexander Henry Fabric A bag, I now keep ribbon in. The lining is remnants of some cotton I used for decorations at my wedding. A vintage, metal zipper keeps her closed.  Bro...