Thursday, September 2, 2010

Harses, harses, harses…

Ooooo…

Anna Sui cotton border print @ www.fabricmartfabrics.com

Lookie-look what was on sale at Fabric Mart for $2.50/yard!  After much musing and debating and waffling, I bought 3 yards.  Aren't you excited?  Of course you are!

Now I just have to mull over what I'm going to make with it.  As we all know, my secret fashion girlfriend made a strapless minidress.  But as we also all know, I'm not about to wear any such thing.  So I'll just wait until I have it in my grubby little paws before I decide.  Probably some sort of tunic.  I'm boring like that.

The weird thing is that I was looking for this green-and-blue colorway a few weeks ago and it was nowhere to be found on the website.  Then all of the sudden -poof!- they have it for $2.50/yard.  Clearly a sign.  Better not miss the opportunity, right?  Right. 

You’d better get some too, right?  Hurry, while supplies last!

 

(PS.  No, I am not losing my mind… or swearing at you in my post title.  It’s from Sleepless In Seattle “harses… harses… harses…”.  When Meg Ryan is singing to Jingle Bells in the car.  I get that stuck in my head a lot.

No that does not mean I am losing my mind.)

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

I Am Beautiful. No Matter What They Say.

Just ask me.

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Tanit-Isis tagged me for a Meme, which I so totally wish I'd named one of my kids... you know, "Princess Presto" and "Meme".  That is way better than the names we actually gave them.  (And in case you're wondering about Princess Presto, that's the name that Julia's granddaughter wanted to name her new baby sister.  Which I think is very chic of her.  Apparently it's a TV character, which I guess my kids are too old for me to have heard of, but it's still fab.)

Anyway, it's the usual narcissistic all-about-me thing.  Which of course I love.  Being the usual narcissist.  Oh and of course because Tanit-Isis was so very sweet about her nomination and said a bunch of nice things about me.  Which, let's be honest, is only to be expected.  I'm fabulous.

I think the rules on this one are to list ten things about myself that you would never guess and to nominate 5 people.  I'm going to do the ten things first to give myself time to think about the nominations (so I don't inadvertently offend someone by either pestering them with my nomination or failing to nominate them at all... I'm looking at you Angie A.)  Although I doubt there are ten things about me that you would never guess, since I'm clearly very happy to jabber away about myself at the drop of a hat.  But let's give it a whirl.

TEN THINGS YOU WOULD NEVER GUESS ABOUT ME

1) I am ambidextrous.  But I never use my left hand for anything so I might as well not be.

2) I know the lyrics to every Top 40 song from 1967.  Also to 1968.  And 1969.  And basically the entire 1960's.  I rock at oldies music trivia at the bar.

3) I used to play the violin.  To a professional standard.  Then I quit and now I can't play a note.  Freaky, right?

4) The only thing I have ever won in my entire life was a 4 foot by 4 foot stretched canvas that the shop instructor made as a sample on the first day of class when I was a freshman at art school.  I have no idea what happened to it, because I certainly don't have a 4 foot by 4 foot painting lying around anywhere.  Huh.  What the heck did happen to that thing?  Wow.  I just posted something about myself that even I would never guess.  Cool.

5) Including the house I'm in now, throughout my entire life I have lived in 22 houses or apartments.  That's an average of 1 residence every 1.9 years.  I've lived in my current house for over five years.  Which to my mind means we are way overdue to move.  My husband has lived in 6 houses in his entire life.  That's an average of 1 residence every 6.6 years.  He thinks this is shockingly transient and refuses to ever move again.

6) One of my hobbies is looking at houses.  My mother shares this hobby.  I am the only person I know who would allow their mother to pick out a house for them sight-unseen, which is exactly what I did when we moved here from New Zealand.  This worked out perfectly fine, as my mother has been in enough houses with me to know exactly what I will and will not tolerate in a house purchase.  I did have pictures.  But still, I’ll allow that it's a bit weird.

7) As another point of example on how well my mother and I understand each other when it comes to houses: my mom's best friend had purchased an older house and asked a group of friends over to see it.  I knew she was considering redecorating options and when I walked in the front door, the first words out of my mouth were "Well, I think you could take out that wall for sure."  Everyone just burst into laughter.  Apparently when my mother had walked in ten minutes earlier, those had been the first words out of her mouth as well.  My mom and I are of the opinion that anything short of gutting down to the studs is a reasonable redecorating option.  Sadly this story also points out that I am, in fact, turning into my mother.  The mind boggles.  Or at least, I’m sure the Husband's does.  I almost feel sorry for him.  Almost.

8) I once seriously considered marrying a person I hardly knew as a sort of whim.  Well, it was a whim, so I considered it for about an hour.  And possibly alcohol was involved.  But still.  This is how people end up on Jerry Springer, right?  Ahhh, youth.

9) Instead I married my actual husband, with whom I physically shared space for only 6 weeks before we decided to get married.  We did speak to each other for several years before that, but still... this is also how people end up on Jerry Springer.  Saying that, we've been married for nine years and we haven't been on Springer yet, so clearly it worked out ok.  And yes, my metric for assessing a marriage is whether or not Jerry Springer is involved.  It's as good a system as any other, as far as I can tell.

10) I think Zahi Hawass is part of some deep, deep conspiracy and although it's admittedly morbid, I'm really looking forward to seeing what happens when he finally kicks the bucket.  Because then we'll maybe find out:  Either he's an alien and knows where all the space-artifacts are hidden or he's the high priest in an ancient cult that... uh... knows where all the space-artifacts are hidden.  Either way, that secret door has to get opened sometime.  He's old.  I can wait him out.

That last one was for the benefit of Tanit-Isis.  She is totally laughing her ass off right now.  Trust me.  I know an archeology geek when I see one.

And the nominees are:

Angie A. at Quality Time.  Because I will never hear the end of it if I don't nominate her this time.

Big In Japan at Big In Japan Adventures.  Because she's fun and her blog is new.  Maybe this will give her motivation to post more, which is for the Greater Good.

The Other Kristine at Just Keep Sewing.  Because I think she’s one of those seemingly ordinary people who secretly is wild and exciting.  And if we get her to tell us about it, we’ll be entertained.

Katharine at Location: Eurasian.  Because usually Katharine throws out these sort of random, interesting things about herself that makes me thing there’s more where that came from.

Mrs. Little Hunting Creek at Little Hunting Creek.  Why?  Because I like her.  I don't think she does memes but what the heck.  It's my job to nominate.  After that, it's out of my hands.

Why this five?  Because I have had actual conversations with these people (you know, beyond the scope of bloggerland).  Except Mrs. Little Hunting Creek.  I just like her blog and I needed one more nominee.  She never talks to me.  Hmmph.

There you go.  Why is it that these memememememe posts are always so long? 

Oh.  Yeah.  Right.  I remember now. It’s the scintillating topic.

Saturday, August 28, 2010

Polo Cubana… I think we had that for dinner last night.

You may recall that the Evil Monkeys were removed from my presence by the Grandparents for 10 days.  Or you may not.  I certainly do.  Ah, those peaceful, tidy ten days.

Now, you might think that I spent this time sewing.  Or (if you are Big In Japan) you might think I spent this time doing, you know, that stuff that grown-ups do when there are no Children of the Damned around… all over the house.  Sadly, in both instances you would be mistaken.  I am old.  I spent this blissful ten days alternating between frantic chore-doing and abject slothfulness in front of the TV.  Heavenly.

However, I did sew one thing.  And it was even for one of the Monkeys, which I think is pretty big of me, really.

‘Member how I was whining about not making any polo shirts this summer?  Well, I actually did make one polo-type shirt.  In fact, it was making this polo-type shirt that caused me to realize the true cubical nature of TLo.  Check it out. 

Basic-Body-Block-Polo-No-1

I used the custom block I drafted for TLo this spring.  My first version was a square-neck t-shirt so I had to alter the pattern to accommodate a collar.  I also was using an old long-sleeve shirt I got from my mom for the fabric and apparently I’d already used some of it for something else (I have not one clue what that was) so I didn’t have quite enough fabric.  Solution?  I made a yoke out of an awesomely matching poplin that I had in the stash.  Seriously.  Exactly the same color.  In the stash.

I would like to note that this almost never happens and you should be totally in awe of me.

Here’s the pattern with the original t-shirt on the left, the new yoke and collar on the right:

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And here’s a close-up of the yoke and collar, which I did with knit on the top, poplin on the under-collar and no interfacing at all.

BBB-Polo-No-1-yoke

Here’s another cool thing: I didn’t have to do a real polo placket because of the seamed yoke.  Again, you should be envious of my mad dezign skillz, people.  Plus, for using a RTW shirt, so I didn’t have to hem the sleeves or the shirt hem.  Flippin’ genius. 

And if you’re wondering about TLo’s cubicalism, I think this pretty much says it all:

Basic-Body-Block-Polo-No-1-

The nifty thing about drafting her own block is this:

First Day Of School

When you put a Cube Shirt on Cube Girl, you get a nice flattering fit.  Go figure.

 

(That’s a First Day Of School crown on her head.  Everyone’ll be wearing them this year.  You’re jealous, right?)