Cooler than You: Stupid Things I Say and Do

As of late the days are getting longer, or so I hear.  Though, there's still stale, dingy colored snow lurking on the ground . . . in March.  C'est la vie en  New York.  Word is that there is snow, there isn't snow in the forecast.  Who knows . . . all I know is that the pace of life and the dreary days of winter take their toll on anyone.  I've craved and eaten more citrus fruit than I have in my entire life, and in the course of that I've struggled with the toils of Lupus and swollen joints.  When I had to see my doctor for international clearance and got the godsend of a plaq script (while still being devoid of health insurance) it all came in the perfect moment. A little more than a month later and, well, I'm near my mojo again.  C'est la via.  Plus vrai . . . Of course, as I've mentioned more than once (most recently  ) body image is always a Pandora's Box of hell shaped goo that leaks and seeps out a...

Well, as most of the world knows (even if they don't celebrate it) Christmas just came and went . . . and in the western sense I celebrate it with gifts.  Of course, since I am American scores expect me to celebrate it in terms of mounds of cheap crap bought from local chain stores or procured via the internet and home delivery.  Yea, well . . . that didn't happen.  Just as I was (and am) serious about not buying clothes (bras, knickers, sock, and jeans are the exceptions . . . with my jeans now coming from a local maker when I purchase my next pair sometime in 2014--I bought two pair this year (from Turkey)) I am serious about the handmade gifts.  I am long done trying to shop for people.  For the few people I gift, they all know . . . orders and requests are permitted.  And trust me, the people who get handmade are pretty slim in number.  Why? I only gift people who matter and who will appreciate it.  Also, handmade . . . well, a shockingly larg...

Somewhere along the way Christmas happened, or so it seams.  It certainly has been a busy fall.  So damned busy, but in all fairness I can't really complain as that means that things are good . . . or at least in my book it falls that way.  I will say that from my list of fall makes I have one archer and one more blouse to make up.  Really, how awesome am I? Oh, those two hoodies . . . but those aren't needed until I jet off to Amsterdam in late March.  I sew, a lot, I know. Though, Christmas this year is from my sewing machine, knitting needles, wine vendor from the market, or my own kitchen prowess.  I make no bones about it, as well . . . I'm not keen on box stores, shopping for trinkets that are forgotten about in a month, and at this point most people in my life have things they want and need. Gifts this way are really gifts then, meaning more and at least hanging around a bit longer.  If you've been following along on Instagram you sa...

And here we are, nearing Christmas, and I'm fried from grading (such a surprise, NOT) and I realized that, well, I haven't fully given you my true love of the button down.  Okay, really . . . it's just Grainline's Archer  .  I'm up to, ahem, five now.  I know, I know.  I actually lost track and thought it was four this past weekend.  My shame.  My shame, indeed. Now that we have that out of the way . . . it's also Archer Appreciation Month.   Miss Crayola Creepy (and you have to love her for that name alone!) and vintage gal Rochelle   were posting about it, and well . . .since, ya know, I already had four done and the pattern down . . . yea, that's where number five came into play.  Perhaps I need an archer support group. It all started with that little white button down . . . Ah, I still love her so. And after her I took my grey plaid shirting, also from the haul with my parents in August at Mood, and made a longer ver...