Cooler than You: Stupid Things I Say and Do

Another week . . . another round up.  Day 19 My iPhone has a timer, I've got lots of bookshelves . . . enter the handsfree selfie.   'Tis my linen Kelly from last May, a RTW tee that is about a year old now, and a Micheal Kors belt.  My name necklace, in Egyptian, and a Otlu pendant from my friend Linda.  Yes, my home office is that tiny.   Day 20 So, yea . . . selfies are a bitch.  Seriously, how do those tweens do it? And, yes, my dears .  . .Cousin It came to town via my 90s afro hair.   A whisken tank from last summer, and in the course of scouring my closet on this surprisingly warm day . . . I need summer shirts, yo.  So much so that two sleeveless Archers are sitting on the table to cut, cut and sew, sew.  Tomorrow I see a plan.   On other notes, is that light between my thighs? Hot damn.  That ain't happened in years.  What? Women across the universe know this feeling. ...

So as I mentioned, I would be late with the roundup, as I was in Turkey conferencing, making plans for the next publication, and so forth.  So, without further ado here's the quick roundup, a few notes along the way, and your bonus this week. Flying to Turkey, day 11 My well worn Coco, some Express jeans (so faded it ain't even funny), my Amy Butler August Fields bag and my Sol Hooie on the side.  As I mentioned on Instagram, I've worn this one about once a week since I made it.  It's not gonna live long.  26 hours later . . .  God bless humidity here.   Day 12. Amy Butler Lounge pants and the mountains of eastern Turkey.  As I got there the next night. Day 13 One Minoru, one Sloppy Josephine . . . one Otlutaku.  That's the Jet Jewelry market . . . what Erzurum is known for . . . petrified wood that looks shiny and black.  I may have bought some.  May . . .  Day 14 Fr...

I seem to have a growing pile of posts to put out and a dwindling amount of time . . . or well, the same amount of time buy a growing number of things consuming my every waking moment and then creeping into my dreams.  Yawn.  Insomnia has been kicking me this week.  C'est la vie. So, as I try to grapple with the article edits, papers to grade, and general chaos of a holiday month I'll give you my tribute to the Kelly Skirt . Hot damn, right? Ain't she just damn fine? I mean, just look  at that top-stitching?  How, you ask? Well . . . One double needle, two spools of gold top-stitching thread, some ginger peach tea with a splash of honey, and a bit of moxy got it done.  I recommend the same forumla for you, but feel free to change your tea choice.   I lined those pockets with some leftover Purple Plaid Thurlow Shorts material because, well, I figured if I lived in the shorts last summer I might also live in this skirt. ...

So I'm a few days late with Me Made May . . . May has FIVE weeks . . . ugh.   To make it up, here's a pic of the cupcake pin cushion I drafted a few years back (it fits inside a bobbin carousal, by the way) and the mini tomato I did up today . . . scraps of course.  Today's has steel wool to keep the pins happy.  Cuteness makes everyone smile.   Without further ado: Saturday: Well . . . you saw part of it here , but there was more. There's an odd looking photo of me--not at the market, but odd in everything else--wearing a Colette Ginger, version three on the bias in Amy Butler Lark.  A thrifted Seattle Blues jacket, a Stella and Dot scarf, and a crappy shirt that I sent to the Goodwill bin.  Birks too boot.  Oh, my grey and purple Cosmo is a staple of Farmer's Market shopping as it holds an unbelievable amount of goods, books, and everything else. That jacket . . . when I was small and still in Seattle all the kids had that b...