Cooler than You: Stupid Things I Say and Do

I believe it was last summer that By Hand London caught my eye . . . maybe last spring.  What I do know is that the Anna came out last summer, and in BHL fashion it did not disappoint.  As much as I love my Charlotte's (which more will be made next fall, after  hopefully long and gloriously hot summer some wool will come out for a smaller grey and one in black . . . yes, my grey one will be on ESTY in about three weeks as after this winter with weight dilemmas and body image galore it's too loose in the waist--if you can believe that!), I might love this bad boy more  . . .Well, the dress not the color.  Anyway . . .  I actually made her Easter Weekend, took less than an afternoon.  I see her as a quickish make, with some nice potential to alter her look.  ;) Pattern calls for one slit, which you will want on the long version . . . I went all ballsy and did two.  FYI, for folks of a normal height the slits are...

We already know life has kicked me more than once lately . . .But, in short, I made my Minoru before I left for Ecuador. And, to my chagrin, I'm finally  getting it on here.  Good grief!  But, before the gushing of my favorite coat--that I've gotten compliments from my Momma and across the globe about, the first two days of Me Made need a super quick round up.   Day One Some quasi shameful RTW running capris, a Deer and Doe (actually my muslin Plantain ), a do rag with scraps from a bag I made and wore out, and you can't see them but knickers.  I graded at home, all day, so this was spiffy.  I did blather, for a moment, the last entry here about knickers.  Day Two My one hour convert (a pair of jeans into a skirt) and a renfrew.  The Renfrew is a perfect wear to lounge, and here I just got back from a long overdue massage and mani/pedi.  Hence, she's a little stretched.  And now . . . onto my coat. I had pl...

So, here I sit with several posts on que and so far behind that the light from caught up won't catch me this year.  As in, one can not keep the pace that I do for long.  I've done it for too many months, and years, now and . . . I am crashing.  Yes, I admit it.  Yes, I have to make changes.  I am exhausted, drained, mortified, and--well--beyond the point of many things.  On that note, part of the plans I am making is this thing is coming to the front of my que from here on out.  Why? I have a sizable amount of readers, I enjoy this, I'm building a brand, and  . . . I have plans for things I am working on.  Patterns I'm drafting, ones that I have drafted, and sketches of things to come.  In short, this space here is more a delicious space of stress relief, joy, and often unmitigated and unfiltered emotions. So, for other notes . . . I temporarily made my Instagram private.  If you want to follow it there's a 95 percent chance I'll ...