Cooler than You: Stupid Things I Say and Do

Since it has been sometime since I posted lackadaisical nonsense . . . okay, not that long , but since the valley of life has thrown me to the weeds in a long, and an undeniable shitstorm of power and persuasion, I escape and release myself through fantasy and humor . . . and as we all know sewing.  Today, enjoy a sewing diversion of sorts. When I am 80 . . . indeed.  Just as I have a to-do list of things for today (like grade, write a letter, pay a bill, finish a lingering article, walk the dog, grade, grade some more, work on another lingering article, read a book for review . . . yawn stretch, are you tired yet?) I have a list of things to do when I am 80.  My bestie and I conference a few times a year, meeting around the globe in airports and hotels, to meet, relax, give talks, make articles, and plot the next one . . . and drink wine and eat chocolate of good quality and seek each city's epic sushi spot (in Amsterdam . . . we found a place, on a side street, that t...

You're weekly round up for May . . . Saturday : Party at Erika and Bur's in CT, for which being a NYer and jaunting to CT for the weekend makes us sound very bourgeois. Cabo Halter in Amy Butler fabric with my wearable muslin Thurlows.  Yea, buddy.  On the real wear pair, this week, I'm going to down a size (these are cut on the 12) and I'll take off a 1/4 inch on the crotch.  Other than that, and shortening them (pre-cut) by three inches--I be short--they are a great pair of trousers.  I detest this cheap denim fabric, hence the use for a muslin, but it worked for what I wanted.  Though, I used a third generation zipper that has now broken . . . I tested, I love, I hate this fabric.  Job done.  I'm up in the air if I'll fix the zipper to wear them a couple of times and send to Goodwill. hmmm. Check that out: someone else's kitchen!  And, a friend took this.  Mr. Fairytale got the night off of photo shooting. Sunday ,...

So . . . I broke down and bought a pair of sewing shears.  Why? Well, your scissors shouldn't click when you cut, and I had a pair of the Fiskers plastic handled cheap ones.  Yup.  I bought those years ago with my Mom, and I've been using them since.  They were long dead, but I kept cutting on.  Why? I am stupid.  So, I bought the shears.  Shears! Oh my god.  I should have bought these years ago.  When I cut the first piece of fabric with them, and it was like slicing through butter, I cried.  Ok, not really.  But, it certainly was close. So, yes, this is a partial ode to these: And of course, if this was a movie hallelujah choruses would be coming up for these: In the long run of things, aside from getting them on sale for 45 percent off, new shears don't mean much to those who don't sew and re sculpt fabric into something new.  Yes, I did write sculpt.  You start out with a flat hunk o...

I should be grading, or finishing my next book due to press . . . but I haven't dicked around on this blog in nearly a month, and I need to brain dump.  On what, I have no idea.  Normally I sit down and shit -- often shit  I should squirrel away from in sheer embarrassment--just pours forth for your reading enjoyment.  Tonight, I have little of anything swarming in my deluded and deranged mind.  Okay, well I do . . . but it concerns the page margins, rules for citations in Chicago Manual of Style, and how much I hate the hell of press formatting.  Yet, why do I do it? I'm  a vain bitch who loves seeing her name in print.  On the cover of a book is even better.  This isn't my first time at the name on the book cover rodeo, so you think I would have a system down.  I do.  But, sadly, my pocketbook and health would revolt at that much bourbon.  Though, I wonder if there is enough to drown me on this side of the Miss...