Cooler than You: Stupid Things I Say and Do

Friends of mine had a baby, well . . . one of my oldest friends to be precise.  Yes, that old Yankees game buddy of mine.  Ava came about two weeks ago, and they have a baby and a box from me.  Finally . . . a blog de review. So, when we grow up and he has kids--ahem now--and I still refuse to go into a baby department as pregnant women laugh at me . . . yea, I sew.   The baby loot, so to speak. First up, Erika wanted a grey baby bag . . . she's fond of grey, and the long standing joke was we needed a color Bur would carry too (and, not, ya know melt). So, I used a handful of Parson Grey prints on the Amy Butler Cosmo Pattern .  Though . . . after five versions of this one I can say I have it down to an art.  Indeed. So, on the outside, I left one pocket pattern stated size.  The other . . . I expanded it three inches, threaded 1/4" elastic through the top (but to original pattern piece size), gathered the bottom, and sewed it on as no...

Well, to be honest, this post was intended for Friday.  But . . . old man winter decided to make a crappy weather day, and then Saturday wasn't any better, and finally on Sunday when the Dude was headed to get fried chicken (his Sunday afternoon go-to, must have, southern genes in the big city can't get rid of fix)I took the few hours of sunshine to capture some wooly, plaid, flannel glory.  Yup.  I made him a coat.  Not only did I made him a coat, I forced (yes, forced) him to pick the color of wool and the color of flannel.  Not to worry, I gave him four options (too many options and things get hairy).  So, the Dude got a coat for Valentine's.  It has been a brutal winter after all.  I mean, so at least I know it's practical.  And, well, considering he wears it without thinking . . . I think I win. What? A wool coat isn't very romantic you say? Well, as he said, "You made it! That makes anything romantic." Well, let's start from the ins...