Cooler than You: Stupid Things I Say and Do

I haven't really posted anything about sewing in a while, since--well--probably in earnest since before Oregon . . . in all fairness, I doubt anyone wants another run down of my sculpting scraps into a swanky, borderline hooker bra, the abuse I'm giving my serger with a well crafted raglan after another, or of the hilariously obscene things I add to the crotches of my jeans and say while making them (okay the fly details are just drop dead jovial, and I will not apologize for kisses on my fly, compasses, or xoxo labels). Yet . . . I've also found myself making more basics and eschewing the need to deviate from classics, tried and true, and what I know works.  Why? Part of that comes from the six or so weeks I spent out left last summer.  I left New York with a backpack, a carry on, and one well-crafted suitcase.  In two months--during insomnia hours--reading and pinning notes on the capsule wardrobe craze, and then I spent several days combing through my closet and dr...

As this story goes the bra and lingerie rabbit hole is a deep, twisty, and long one.  But, of course, that rabbit hole is filled with lace and pretty colors so . . . yea, my juvenile side is pleased.  Though, this time I tweaked things to see where I could go with an already good pattern. With that in mind, I made a quick fix, quick make body suit . . . yea, judge me later, as ya know there are times you just don't want to bother tucking in a shirt.  Also, the lines of it  . . . sometimes you just want a line that gets lost at the waist and only a body suit can do that.   That's a sweet ass print . . . though, it's so damned cold these days I won't be wearing this one until there's a multi part thaw.  Though, I'll be in Europe next month . . . I foresee some body suit wear-age for sure.  And, yea, it's a near identical print run of the fabric Heather used on her samples.  I made my first Nettie in the white version of this print. ...

137.  137 is the number of items I made this year. I know. Want to know the real number? 177.  I know! 137 is the base number, 177 includes, well, baby pants, a handful of plaintain tees (as in the ones of cotton and not my wool knit on that I love), panties (the "test" run ones and the patterns that work oh so well), those Mabels of summer and fall that got a wee bit smaller as the swimming and running laps toned me, a few run of the mill renfrews, and many briars. Dude. Let's just say I knew that number was up there, but when I went through my notebooks and made the final tally (pawing through the pages three times to make sure I wasn't over counting) my mouth fell open.  Yea, I know. Though, I ran my fifth half marathon this year, went to five countries, finished three articles, taught an unholy amount of courses . . . just so many, presented about six conference papers (which two more are being converted to articles and book chapters these days), wro...