Cooler than You: Stupid Things I Say and Do

So, here it is Women's History Month and . . . well, you should have expected something from me.  We all know I have a fond affection for Gloria Steinem , as I've read her works, listened to her speeches, and one of my first academic publications was a summation of her.  As my friend T and I say, a lot of our dress and style invokes her.  Though, I've still got a Bohemian streak or two.   Seriously, Women's History Month or not . . . Women's Lib and the progression of Women's Rights has always been a central spot of my life, writing, and work.  Even in 2014 women are devalued, underpaid, and pared off in ways that men are not.  We are treated in ways that men would never be.  I, with a PhD and articles and books, am still asked to hold fucking coats.  Ions ago, while working as a Girl Friday for a brick company, the president never asked me to get his afternoon soda.  Why? He was terrified, after one encounter with me, that I'd shake tha...

As of late the days are getting longer, or so I hear.  Though, there's still stale, dingy colored snow lurking on the ground . . . in March.  C'est la vie en  New York.  Word is that there is snow, there isn't snow in the forecast.  Who knows . . . all I know is that the pace of life and the dreary days of winter take their toll on anyone.  I've craved and eaten more citrus fruit than I have in my entire life, and in the course of that I've struggled with the toils of Lupus and swollen joints.  When I had to see my doctor for international clearance and got the godsend of a plaq script (while still being devoid of health insurance) it all came in the perfect moment. A little more than a month later and, well, I'm near my mojo again.  C'est la via.  Plus vrai . . . Of course, as I've mentioned more than once (most recently  ) body image is always a Pandora's Box of hell shaped goo that leaks and seeps out a...

So, yea, I've been sewing a lot of knits lately.  A) I heart the quick ease they bring (I mean talk about self gratification) and B) one of us is in need of basics.  As a rule, I do my damndest to keep my fabric on two shelves of a bookshelf and to keep the yardage bought to what I need.  Well, with with knits I like to see scraps pile up (as I'm making knickers) and I'm known to get creative with sculpting tees and what not.   On that note, hoodies abound with a generational passing glee.  Seriously, young and old wear them.  Before my Gram passed in 2000 she wore mine from time to time.  I kid you not.  If she was alive now she'd certainly have some of these as she liked the open fronts the best.  So, in that regard when you think about fashion and its evolution one that stands firm my generation did was bringing knits into a sense of everyday glory.  Yea, Coco Chanel brought jersey in for women's daily wear.  But, knits have...

Well, to be honest, this post was intended for Friday.  But . . . old man winter decided to make a crappy weather day, and then Saturday wasn't any better, and finally on Sunday when the Dude was headed to get fried chicken (his Sunday afternoon go-to, must have, southern genes in the big city can't get rid of fix)I took the few hours of sunshine to capture some wooly, plaid, flannel glory.  Yup.  I made him a coat.  Not only did I made him a coat, I forced (yes, forced) him to pick the color of wool and the color of flannel.  Not to worry, I gave him four options (too many options and things get hairy).  So, the Dude got a coat for Valentine's.  It has been a brutal winter after all.  I mean, so at least I know it's practical.  And, well, considering he wears it without thinking . . . I think I win. What? A wool coat isn't very romantic you say? Well, as he said, "You made it! That makes anything romantic." Well, let's start from the ins...

Oh sweet baby Jesus I've been busy . . . especially since I haven't posted in two weeks.  So without further ado, here's a few things across the way these days. At the beginning of January I ventured to the depths of AHA hell, or some such, as post (once I was back home) I got crafty in the house.  These fabulously tacky pillows are nothing but pure awesome.  Some Anna Maria Horner velour, some fringe from the shop by the Ditmars Ave stop, two random zippers, and making up shit as I went along gave me this.  One side is leopard, one the dots. Up.  Don't lie, you know you want some.  They are that awesome. There was a few runs through the park.  Sweet baby it's been cold. Of course, there were also several days of frozen water ways.   Yea, it says something about frozen rivers . . . in the heat of the city too.   Though, on instagram folks got the see the Extreme Plaid Matching: Weekend Edition.  ...