Cooler than You: Stupid Things I Say and Do

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...

And sometimes, even with the best of intentions . . . shit fails.  Yup, even if it was intended to be a lounge sweater. (Sorry for the shittyesque Instagram photo, it is funny though) So, I finished my pink--yes, pink I know!--sweater.  I knitted it from Debbie Stoller's Bamboo Ewe, a luscious soft wool and bamboo mix.  Eco too, especially since it is hand wash.   Well . . . the problem with knitting is that sometimes it just doesn't fit.  The shoulders and chest were too large, and if I would have shrunk the neckline two inches--on each side--to make the stupid thing stay up well I would have been sporting a muffin top.  Boo.   Upside, I posted this in Facebook, and in less than five minutes a friend, with a larger chest and desires to wear it off the shoulder for Yoga, offered to buy it.  Well, she said she liked it, I asked if she wanted it, she insisted on a price.  I told her to cover the cost of my...