Cooler than You: Stupid Things I Say and Do

So, I went to Kentucky and then . . . well, I fell off the side of a frozen lake or somesuch.  Though, in all fairness, the busy chaos of my life is good in many ways.  Sometimes it is hell, but . . . With that being said. Jenny and Julie Learn to Sew.  Yes.  Yes. Though, they are learning via my friend Nat right now. Last weekend Nat came over to, literally, learn  to sew on the machine.  I let her use my trusty Bernina . . . what? It is sweetly quiet compared to the, ahem, loud  Singer.  Besides, when Bernie was in my Momma's possession--all those years--someone (and it may or may not have been me) may have taken her apart a few times for quick and dirty repairs.  So, I felt confident.  It all worked out.  Of course, it worked out as I was like . . . shit, I need to post a basics 101 before uploading my Have a Beer One Hour Convert pattern.  So . . . a few 411s for ya, as these are the basics of the basics.  Why?...

In the final days of Me Made and, like near everyone else, I'm tired of the selfies.  So very tired.  I plug on though.  Surprisingly, I've made a considerable amount this month (see below), and . . . aside from being in a prolonged fight with the USPS and Girl Charlee over the location of my fabric and who is now responsible, I've had a good month on writing and sewing.  Need to get more writing done . . . but, my stress levels are calming down.  Perhaps because I have decided to take an hour and read a damned book everyday.  Perhaps.  Little things. Saturday: Another Archer . . . do not judge.  Archer number nine, this is.  I mean, look at that ribbon trim (with a hint of floral) and those glass buttons.  Oh yea, picking up a case of beer I lost a button.  Ha ha. RTW jeans, evil eye sandal from Bodrum, and the tiniest Coach I own.  Seriously, how is that even a purse? Sunday . . . Purple plaid thurlows...

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. ...

So as I mentioned, I would be late with the roundup, as I was in Turkey conferencing, making plans for the next publication, and so forth.  So, without further ado here's the quick roundup, a few notes along the way, and your bonus this week. Flying to Turkey, day 11 My well worn Coco, some Express jeans (so faded it ain't even funny), my Amy Butler August Fields bag and my Sol Hooie on the side.  As I mentioned on Instagram, I've worn this one about once a week since I made it.  It's not gonna live long.  26 hours later . . .  God bless humidity here.   Day 12. Amy Butler Lounge pants and the mountains of eastern Turkey.  As I got there the next night. Day 13 One Minoru, one Sloppy Josephine . . . one Otlutaku.  That's the Jet Jewelry market . . . what Erzurum is known for . . . petrified wood that looks shiny and black.  I may have bought some.  May . . .  Day 14 Fr...

Years ago, though not that many, writers penned poetic words about flying over the Atlantic with just that. A pen. Then the laptop came. Yet, all the while, when signed "somewhere over the Atlantic" it remained figurative as publication occurred long after. In turn, such signatures usually did their part to  instill wanderlust in aimless readers like me. Now, tablets and smartphones...and wifi have changed the game. Flying somewhere over the Atlantic now means I can rad and respond to student emails, respond to their work, do some work of my own on the essays and book manuscript under my own one these days. There's something to be said about a little free wifi. For years I'd sit awake, filled with angst about not sleeping, watching pedantic movies (okay, I'm doing that now) like a child chanting "are we there yet?" Now, I'm looking at a map and using wifi in a similar way spritzed of Duty Free perfume ease the two day weary traveler's stench ...

The Me Made roundup, of a full week . . . and because I love you so much rambles along the way. Day three: May 3rd. While grocery shopping at Union Square . . . my Mavi Jeans I bought in Bodrum last fall, my Longchamp slides I bought in Amsterdam last month (ring around the world, perhaps), one Briar (unblogged) I knocked out the night before in a lightweight wool knit from Mood, my Sol Hoodie in charcoal, my elephant necklace from my Italian gal Elisabetta, and the earrings I picked up in Ecuador.  Knickers, you can't see.  That's a dying RTW cami underneath.   May the Fourth be With You. Black plaid thurlows, a self-drafted tank, and my charcoal hoodie again. That shirt is actually purple, but I was using the timer on my phone camera, while mugging in my home office.  Makes a kinda of snazzy shot, eh? Remember how I said I would draft a tank this month? Done!  On this one, tank are pretty easy took less than an hour, but my fabric is a ...