Cooler than You: Stupid Things I Say and Do

Michele Bachmann's latest antics, denouncing the construction of a national women's museum, hurt me to my very core.  In many ways I fashion myself after Gloria Steinem (and a professor-friend from Grad School), I spend much of my life's work focusing and writing about women, and little shreds me more than when a so-called educated woman and elected representative fails us.  Fails us to our very core. Michele Bachmann, as I will never call you Representative, Do you realize that you are in a position of power, in Congress itself, because of women like Margret Sanger, Gloria Steinem, and Kate Richards O'Hare you are permitted to speak in public, obtain an education, choose who to marry, wear pants, and--well--make a debauchery of the American public? Margret Sanger, the long known proponent of Planned Parenthood, sought to improve the quality of family life and (especially) the poor/working class strapped family.  Yes, she was a racist.  But, she promoted edu...

I believe it was last summer that By Hand London caught my eye . . . maybe last spring.  What I do know is that the Anna came out last summer, and in BHL fashion it did not disappoint.  As much as I love my Charlotte's (which more will be made next fall, after  hopefully long and gloriously hot summer some wool will come out for a smaller grey and one in black . . . yes, my grey one will be on ESTY in about three weeks as after this winter with weight dilemmas and body image galore it's too loose in the waist--if you can believe that!), I might love this bad boy more  . . .Well, the dress not the color.  Anyway . . .  I actually made her Easter Weekend, took less than an afternoon.  I see her as a quickish make, with some nice potential to alter her look.  ;) Pattern calls for one slit, which you will want on the long version . . . I went all ballsy and did two.  FYI, for folks of a normal height the slits are...

We already know life has kicked me more than once lately . . .But, in short, I made my Minoru before I left for Ecuador. And, to my chagrin, I'm finally  getting it on here.  Good grief!  But, before the gushing of my favorite coat--that I've gotten compliments from my Momma and across the globe about, the first two days of Me Made need a super quick round up.   Day One Some quasi shameful RTW running capris, a Deer and Doe (actually my muslin Plantain ), a do rag with scraps from a bag I made and wore out, and you can't see them but knickers.  I graded at home, all day, so this was spiffy.  I did blather, for a moment, the last entry here about knickers.  Day Two My one hour convert (a pair of jeans into a skirt) and a renfrew.  The Renfrew is a perfect wear to lounge, and here I just got back from a long overdue massage and mani/pedi.  Hence, she's a little stretched.  And now . . . onto my coat. I had pl...

So, here I sit with several posts on que and so far behind that the light from caught up won't catch me this year.  As in, one can not keep the pace that I do for long.  I've done it for too many months, and years, now and . . . I am crashing.  Yes, I admit it.  Yes, I have to make changes.  I am exhausted, drained, mortified, and--well--beyond the point of many things.  On that note, part of the plans I am making is this thing is coming to the front of my que from here on out.  Why? I have a sizable amount of readers, I enjoy this, I'm building a brand, and  . . . I have plans for things I am working on.  Patterns I'm drafting, ones that I have drafted, and sketches of things to come.  In short, this space here is more a delicious space of stress relief, joy, and often unmitigated and unfiltered emotions. So, for other notes . . . I temporarily made my Instagram private.  If you want to follow it there's a 95 percent chance I'll ...

And here it's been a month since I last posted . . . eh, sorry about that.  First I went with students to do some community and gardening work in Ecuador.  Ten days, and three cities later, I came back to NYC with a nasty, nasty bought of strep.  Two rounds of antiobiotics later, and I'm still under the weather and not rebounded.  I like my MD, he's nice enough, but . . . 150 bones to see him, another round of antibiotics (which 99 percent of women know the over-the-counter cure that goes along with those), and yea . . . I'm hoping a few days of early to bed, lazy evenings, and DayQuil will fix me.  Stubborn, maybe.  Broke from taxes, certainly.  Though, I owed a little less than a third of what I had to hemorrhage last year.  So . . . I feel pretty lucky right now. Some quick pics of Ecuador for ya, and no . . . there are no pictures of my strep throat.  Though, I did learn you can search strep throat on Instagram and . . . yea, people STO...