Cooler than You: Stupid Things I Say and Do

I finally get it man.  I mean, like I finally get it.  You know, that signature style and look that marks us, shapes us, makes us happy every day . . . Yup.  Okay, so I've had it for awhile, but it took me some trials to realize that some areas of life are past the point of experimentation.   Like jeans and tees, with pearls and boots . . . blazers and more boots.  We know.  Right? #always. First up, I'm dead serious on not making shit to just make it anymore.  Even more serious on eschewing cheap fabrics, tester fabrics, and trying it to see what the fuss is all about.  Yea, no.  Why? When I moved two months ago let us just note that there was a small semi truck of makes that were cast aside from either being  enormously too big as my body has altered in the past couple of years, I never liked, or--my personal favorite here--were in fabrics that I was clearly drunk, out of my mind, or just deaf, dumb, and blind when I purchas...

I guess it has been three years now since I had a melancholy blather about daffodils .  Seems like so long ago, yet so close to home. It is funny, though, when you think about the fleetingness of days and how time and life change in a near instant.  As the feets of snow began to earnestly melt, I bought from the season's first shipment. Though, the sheer glow and simple ease of it remind me that in the mass of things awry that life will return to its normal rhythm. Daffs, all those years ago, marked a moment for me.  I remember drinking my cup of tea, those daffs sitting on my window ledge, and my shoulders fell and my breathing mellowed.  I realized that that 'hood of Astoria had made me love my NYC home.  There's a simple peace in that kind of comfort.  The pharmacy, my Dr.s, the fluff and fold, the park, the bakery I loved, and my favorite kiosk for Greek pies were all within a stone's throw.   Then, life changed.  I left my 'hood ...

As the snow clouds fill the sky, with an unrelenting rage of white shroud falling at a diarrhea rate, my cardio of shivering under fleece is doing little more than make my chairs wobble from the constant rock-rock-rock. Though, in my continual battle against the elements--and my refusal to completely de-sex myself in the long doll-drum days of winter--wool plus flannel is like a girl's BFF this winter.   Enter, Bruyere no. 2.  The first one, the original '90s throwback, first appeared on the Curvy Collective .  Even with that questionable fabric, I still love that version. Though, I must say . . . it stretches and doesn't hold up well.  I would say that thing will still be dead by spring, but I don't see daffodils and such peeking from the ground.  Instead, I see miles and miles of the white shroud.   Yes, hello 1 March from the IKEA in Brooklyn.  I'm shivering over here.  Yes, yes, I am.   That aside . . . Bruyere number two...

As this story goes the bra and lingerie rabbit hole is a deep, twisty, and long one.  But, of course, that rabbit hole is filled with lace and pretty colors so . . . yea, my juvenile side is pleased.  Though, this time I tweaked things to see where I could go with an already good pattern. With that in mind, I made a quick fix, quick make body suit . . . yea, judge me later, as ya know there are times you just don't want to bother tucking in a shirt.  Also, the lines of it  . . . sometimes you just want a line that gets lost at the waist and only a body suit can do that.   That's a sweet ass print . . . though, it's so damned cold these days I won't be wearing this one until there's a multi part thaw.  Though, I'll be in Europe next month . . . I foresee some body suit wear-age for sure.  And, yea, it's a near identical print run of the fabric Heather used on her samples.  I made my first Nettie in the white version of this print. ...

Winter 2015. The winter we got a new form of cardio. Shivering under fleece, multi layers, with mounds of wool covering our heads, toes, and feet. I heard echos of my thoughts among the New England hills.  A weekend in Connecticut .  . . I came screaming back to urban life as the quiet made my own thoughts too damned loud to deal with this side of Sunday.  And the trees of Queens are bending under the weight of the glimmering white shroud. Of course, I've spent more than a few hours spitting out bras.  The space bra being my favorite. Kinda makes you want to prance around the house topless, in just this bra, flinging your arms about singing "Natural Woman." Yea, I was a Jetson's child.  Why yes...bras are the logical creation during a long winter's night shiver.  These are my standard alts, from my bra love post.   Okay, so I really do have seasonally appropriate wear. I do.  Socks . I mea...

Coats.  As 2015 is still an infant, it seams coats are a mantra of this year.  Perhaps.  Or, perhaps I'm a sucker for creative upper body workouts.  Or something.  And, since I'm sitting in the middle of this… Welcome to the photos of my hallway I took on Friday. And some of my drowning.  Along that line, after waiting a year--or so-- Grainline finally released her duffle coat.  Indeed.  I won't lie, I was near about to give up and start drafting Colette's Albion for a girl.  Then, I stopped . . . remembered that every single Grainline pattern has met m e with happiness and such.  Yea, I get endless happiness from good architectural lines and silhouettes that look like an adult on me. And since it's winter and all, I haven't been able to get a photo outside ...welcome to my hallway. The Instagram pic, that let it all out . . . So, Cascade came out and in a hot minute I scooped up the printed copy.  We all know how I h...