Cooler than You: Stupid Things I Say and Do

So I'm like a whole freaking week late on posting the final Me Made May roundup.  Well . . . I was in Kentucky on work, and I won't apologize for having a beer after work and usually being too tired to stay up past 10:30.  Yes, lame.  Yes, true.  Yes, there were an hour of student and work emails too . . . nearly every night. But, for your viewing pleasure: Wednesday, a day of browns. An Amy Butler Barcelona, my new boat shows, a now toooo large cardi, and my insomnia bag (AKA Multi Tasker Tote from Anna Maria Horner). Of course,  I was still in NYC here . . . It was chilly, hence the cardi.  Guess where the cardi is now? In the growing Goodwill bin. Thursday . . . the day to finish packing what wasn't done the day before, remember the tablet and Advil (the sunscreen for kids who go to summer camp for nerds), and try to sleep. {There's no photo as my phone shit the bed a day or so later, and . . . this one isn't on my Google+ backup (meanin...

Last year on May 18th I wore this: Yes, I made it.  Yes, I loved it.  Yes, I lost my mind with all that hand beading.  There's a bit more on it here . Well, for our anniversary I figured it was only fitting to make a dress . . . ya know, since it is Me Made May and I did  make my own wedding gown.  So, without further ado, I took to making Vogue V8727.  Version B, to be precise.  The fabric was 15.99 a yard, making this dress pretty pricey.  I went into JoAnn's to get thread and elastic, and lost my mind enough to buy this stuff.  Well,  it is a nice dress, with a sweet fit now that I altered it.   I got Mr. Fairytale to take a picture from the stoop, and I promptly posted it.  I'm on the fence a bit with the dress. . . why, so many asked from otherwise rave reviews.  Well, I think it is that I'm not used to wearing such a full skirt and that I am a little over the dress.  I made a test bodice, ...

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...

So, I'm a couple of days late getting the first week posted . . . shoot me later.  I've been busy.  Finished that book review, on a good book of theory . . . just a bitch to write.  Finishing my own book, grading, more grading, one round of final grades posted, and a Derby party all played into the mix. But, here goes: May 1st So fresh from a run, I showered and posed  . . . That's my Lotus top, from an Amy Butler pattern.  I've altered it twice, and well . . . as you can tell it is roomy and too big on me.  I made it in January, and I've lost a little bit of chunk since then.  So, it was fun while it lasted, but after three alterations off to Goodwill it goes.  Below is a photo of how badly it bellows.  Ugh.  Oh, don't judge those shorts.  I never wear them out of the house, and I can fit in them.  Couldn't wear them last year.  Whoo hoo.   May 2d After a day of teaching and advising, with so...

And sometimes, even with the best of intentions . . . shit fails.  Yup, even if it was intended to be a lounge sweater. (Sorry for the shittyesque Instagram photo, it is funny though) So, I finished my pink--yes, pink I know!--sweater.  I knitted it from Debbie Stoller's Bamboo Ewe, a luscious soft wool and bamboo mix.  Eco too, especially since it is hand wash.   Well . . . the problem with knitting is that sometimes it just doesn't fit.  The shoulders and chest were too large, and if I would have shrunk the neckline two inches--on each side--to make the stupid thing stay up well I would have been sporting a muffin top.  Boo.   Upside, I posted this in Facebook, and in less than five minutes a friend, with a larger chest and desires to wear it off the shoulder for Yoga, offered to buy it.  Well, she said she liked it, I asked if she wanted it, she insisted on a price.  I told her to cover the cost of my...