Oof da.

For some reason, 105 F seems much hotter this year than it has in the past.  Wazzup wi’ that?  It’s not just me.  Everybody seems to be suffering more than usual.  I can remember years where 114 was the high for days and days, but for some reason 106 is just kicking our  collective butts. 

I guess it could be worse.  Where in the US is it hotter than here?  Phoenix (112) and Vegas (109).  Poor things.  At least it’s desert there.  You know, “it’s a dry heat”.

Nothing to post about sewing, nothing to post about out-of-date music, nothing to post about the vagaries of the fashion world.  Just a lot of sweating and lying around in the house drinking tea.

Heat’s supposed to break this week (whoo hoo, 99 F!) and maybe by then I’ll have something to show you (whoo hoo, school clothes!).

(And remember hot sweaty people, if you’re fasting this month be careful!)

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So, in case you were wondering Chez Ami is having a big ol’ fabric sale this week.  Lots o’ knits on sale at good prices.  You know.  Just in case you were wondering.

You were wondering that, right?

Chez Ami Fabric Sale

Personally, I am Controlling Myself Admirably so no super-nice knits for me.  But feel free to buy some for yourself.  Go on.  Just a few.  What could it hurt?

What?

Yes, it’s true.  I also like to take giant chocolate cakes to Weight Watchers meetings (you know, “just in case”) and leave racing forms lying around the Gamblers Anonymous office (you know, “just to keep a hand in”).  I’m helpful like that.

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Big In Japan asked about the label on TLo's So-Called Capri Pants.  So let me tell you about it:

A loooong long time ago, in a galaxy faaaar far away, I bought a bunch of custom clothing tags.  Of which I still have approximately 99% in stock, because I usually forget to sew them in (i.e. I am usually much too lazy to sew them in-- yes, I am that lazy).

TLo has recently commented (i.e. complained vociferously) that she can't tell the fronts from the backs of most of her clothes and I have made a firm resolution (i.e. I might sometimes force myself) to use the custom labels forthwith. Yea.  Verily.

The tags are actually pretty cute, as they simply say "The Big One & TLo" in an attractive-albeit-clichéd script font. 

Well fine, the don't actually say "The Big One & TLo".  They actually say their real names.  It’s much cuter than "The Big One & TLo" which, quite frankly, sounds like the worst 1970's cop show ever.  "The Big One and TLo, Friday nights on NBC.  Starring William Shatner, Robert Blake and Suzanne Pleshette... and featuring Lawrence Hilton-Jacobs as Disco Freddie."  You'll just have to imagine the bad psuedo-funky guitar music in the background (bowchicka-bow-wow).

I chose for the tags to read "The Big One & TLo" out of sheer expediency (i.e. I am too cheap and way too lazy to have labels made with their individual names on them and then deal with changing the never-ending parade of bilateral hand-me-downs that are the girls' wardrobe).   However, this sheer laziness on my part makes for a nice little label that almost sounds like some sort of snooty, high-end, I-buy-funky-$200-knit-shirts-for-my-five-year-old brand.

Anyway, that's what's on the back of TLo's pants.  It's definitely worth the 40 bucks or whatever.  I mean, who doesn't want to have their very own name-branded designer-label pants?  Right?

(Oh, and to answer Big In Japan’s other question: that tag thing on the pocket of the So-Called Capri Pants is just a little loop of satin ribbon that I stuck on there for strictly decorative purposes.)