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. ...

Well, I guess it has been nearly a year since I decided to see about not buying clothes and how much I could make.  I can say, with all honesty, that I have bought three cardigans, two pair of jeans, two plain tee shirts, some socks, knickers, and some running bras, pants, and two therma hoodies.  Beyond that. . . Mr Fairytale picked me up a vintage, handmade Wonder Woman tee at Artist and Flee months ago and a Feminist Mystique tee from The Strand last month.  Beyond that . . . well, my machine has been busy. Most of these you have seen, as I've blogged them here or on Instagram, but none-the-less it is still fun (and a little embarrassing) to go through the past year.  Little notes, through the snap shots, kind of pave the way for ya. Sleep Pants, Amy Butler with Alexander Henry Fabric A bag, I now keep ribbon in. The lining is remnants of some cotton I used for decorations at my wedding. A vintage, metal zipper keeps her closed.  Bro...