Cooler than You: Stupid Things I Say and Do

As the snow clouds fill the sky, with an unrelenting rage of white shroud falling at a diarrhea rate, my cardio of shivering under fleece is doing little more than make my chairs wobble from the constant rock-rock-rock. Though, in my continual battle against the elements--and my refusal to completely de-sex myself in the long doll-drum days of winter--wool plus flannel is like a girl's BFF this winter.   Enter, Bruyere no. 2.  The first one, the original '90s throwback, first appeared on the Curvy Collective .  Even with that questionable fabric, I still love that version. Though, I must say . . . it stretches and doesn't hold up well.  I would say that thing will still be dead by spring, but I don't see daffodils and such peeking from the ground.  Instead, I see miles and miles of the white shroud.   Yes, hello 1 March from the IKEA in Brooklyn.  I'm shivering over here.  Yes, yes, I am.   That aside . . . Bruyere number two...

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...

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...