Sometimes, You Fail

I've had Butterick 5951 in my "Ooo! I want this!" pattern pile for a little while now. Last weekend, I finally pulled it out of the envelope, pulled some fabric out of my stash, and got to work. I cut the bodice of View A and the skirt of View C and have been sewing … Continue reading Sometimes, You Fail

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Too Darn Hot!

The weekend passed and brought with it a brought with it a broken air conditioner. I'm still a little unclear as to what has happened - it was working just fine on Friday night and Saturday morning. When I returned to the house around 3:30 on Saturday, though, I was informed that not only had … Continue reading Too Darn Hot!

Serenity Now!

You know that movie where a normally mild-mannered, rather nerdy-looking Michael Douglas suddenly snaps and just starts running all over town, going ape-shit on everyone? Today, for the first time, I actually felt a little sense of kinship with him. I think I might have just been soured on the whole JoAnn Fabrics experience today. Shock … Continue reading Serenity Now!

Speed Bumps (or, “You hear that thumping sound coming from under the car? That’s the sound of me running over my brother”)

The month continues to be crazy. Well, I suppose I should say "last month was still crazy," as a new month has now begun. That's right, folks. It's February now. I can hardly believe we're already a full month into the new year. I think my disconnect has come as a result of a massive … Continue reading Speed Bumps (or, “You hear that thumping sound coming from under the car? That’s the sound of me running over my brother”)

Raising the ire of a sewing blogger, two years after the fact

Catchy title, no? I was thinking of "Defending JoAnn's" but ultimately decided against it. This feels much more undergrad poetry class to me (in case you're wondering, I was once involved in an exercise where we had to assign new titles to poems and most of them were as horribly contrived and just plain bad … Continue reading Raising the ire of a sewing blogger, two years after the fact