Cooler than You: Stupid Things I Say and Do

The Me Made roundup, of a full week . . . and because I love you so much rambles along the way. Day three: May 3rd. While grocery shopping at Union Square . . . my Mavi Jeans I bought in Bodrum last fall, my Longchamp slides I bought in Amsterdam last month (ring around the world, perhaps), one Briar (unblogged) I knocked out the night before in a lightweight wool knit from Mood, my Sol Hoodie in charcoal, my elephant necklace from my Italian gal Elisabetta, and the earrings I picked up in Ecuador.  Knickers, you can't see.  That's a dying RTW cami underneath.   May the Fourth be With You. Black plaid thurlows, a self-drafted tank, and my charcoal hoodie again. That shirt is actually purple, but I was using the timer on my phone camera, while mugging in my home office.  Makes a kinda of snazzy shot, eh? Remember how I said I would draft a tank this month? Done!  On this one, tank are pretty easy took less than an hour, but my fabric is a ...

Fair warning, you can scroll down to the pictures if you must. At this point I have to wonder if Mood Fabrics even wants my business, or well anyone's business.  Seriously. Case in point, I have 150 bucks to spend.  Twas a birthday present.  I intended on depositing the check tomorrow, on the way to campus.  Well . . . since I really am on a tight budget I would like to order the material (as A) I know what I want and B) well I'm on a budget).  I want to get about 5 yards of silk (two different prints) and four yards of lining.  There is enough to get some knit for a top and a sweatshirt. My silk ain't cheap, but let's face it . . . we all must be creative when it comes to laying out pieces on high end fabric. Yet, whenever I put something in my cart and go to find the lining, a second print, the cost of a fucking needle the contents of my cart disappear.  Then, then . . . I say hey, ya know, maybe I'll set up my online account now.  Perhap...

I just realized I haven't posted in three weeks . . . well, crap.  I'm sorry.  In all fairness, I got back from Kentucky and less than a week later I went to see my Momma.  A week in Virginia, with her and her Bernina and a serger.  Okay, I'm not really that sorry.  I sewed a Briar , two pair of Thurlows, repaired one pair, hemmed pants for my sister (on her Bernina), and . . . that doesn't even include a couple of things I made BEFORE I went.  Like two Briar's and a pair of Thurlows . Of course, there were final book edits, article edits, chaos with academia, and life itself.  Oh, and Lupus.  Yea, the rash has been out (and growing for awhile), and I spent a few days laid out with pain, exhaustion, and did I say exhaustion? Anywho, after twenty plus years  I have come to a few resolutions with that bitch known as Lupus.  A) she can still piss the fuck off and B) the rash is what it is.  I might subdue it, but I'm done spending f...