Cooler than You: Stupid Things I Say and Do

Well, as most of the world knows (even if they don't celebrate it) Christmas just came and went . . . and in the western sense I celebrate it with gifts.  Of course, since I am American scores expect me to celebrate it in terms of mounds of cheap crap bought from local chain stores or procured via the internet and home delivery.  Yea, well . . . that didn't happen.  Just as I was (and am) serious about not buying clothes (bras, knickers, sock, and jeans are the exceptions . . . with my jeans now coming from a local maker when I purchase my next pair sometime in 2014--I bought two pair this year (from Turkey)) I am serious about the handmade gifts.  I am long done trying to shop for people.  For the few people I gift, they all know . . . orders and requests are permitted.  And trust me, the people who get handmade are pretty slim in number.  Why? I only gift people who matter and who will appreciate it.  Also, handmade . . . well, a shockingly larg...

So, I don't know, like a month ago now I cut into some of my birthday silk . . . some Oscar de la Renta from Mood.  Oooh la la la.  Oh, yes . . . yes I did.  There's something about a fancy name and silk that just make you feel better, no matter how shitty the day.  I recommend that everyone have at least one such outfit.  Wear when work is looking like hell in a hand basket.  You will see.   With it, I made the lovely Darling Ranges Dress altered a bit . . . in short, I just added a full size all around.  An even size . . . so, in theory I made myself the dreaded XL size.  Oh well, bite me.  I like the way my ass looks in this silk.  Well, not entirely but enough.    Perhaps I was telling Mr. Fairytale to shut his pie hole and take a picture? Whatevs . . . It is an amusing shot.  He really hates to take photos.  Hates. Yes that's a whiskey bottle made lamp there.  Jealous, should ...

Somewhere along the way Christmas happened, or so it seams.  It certainly has been a busy fall.  So damned busy, but in all fairness I can't really complain as that means that things are good . . . or at least in my book it falls that way.  I will say that from my list of fall makes I have one archer and one more blouse to make up.  Really, how awesome am I? Oh, those two hoodies . . . but those aren't needed until I jet off to Amsterdam in late March.  I sew, a lot, I know. Though, Christmas this year is from my sewing machine, knitting needles, wine vendor from the market, or my own kitchen prowess.  I make no bones about it, as well . . . I'm not keen on box stores, shopping for trinkets that are forgotten about in a month, and at this point most people in my life have things they want and need. Gifts this way are really gifts then, meaning more and at least hanging around a bit longer.  If you've been following along on Instagram you sa...