A WordPress Site

Author: 459856pwpadmin

Baby Iceberg?

Not really.

Most of the ice we see in the Hudson is flat, or the jagged upright broken pieces of sheet ice that have been knocked apart and pushed aside by the Coast Guard Cutters.

Most of the river is clear of ice now. This piece was floating south this morning and drifted inward to the shallow water in the bay below our house. After a few hours it melted enough to move upstream a little bit before the tide changed and it continued its course to the south.

This is the kind of thing that G would love to manipulate to make it look more like a real iceberg. This is much easier now with digital cameras and photoshop. We have primitive versions, dating from when his kids were little, of an igloo and a large piece of ice with a polar bear.

February 28, 2009
A shrink-break

This morning I wanted to take a picture of a shirt I wear pretty frequently. The fit is ok, although it could be better, and I wear it a great deal with sweaters. I wanted to add it to the touch closet app, and thought a photo on Matilda would be better than a flat shot.

But alas, Matilda could not fit into the shirt.; it would not reach around her upper chest or her bosom and was therefore not photographable.

This afternoon, my sewing time was spent on a depadding Matilda and fitting her into a new bra. Not only was this necessary for photography, but if I hope to fit any kind of jacket or blouse I need Matilda to be closer to my actual measurements.

Here she is, in process (she kindly asked for there to be no embarrassing "before" photos). The white shirt is another version of the purple blouse that did not fit this morning. I included two shots because I was shocked at the first photo, as I see myself more like photo 3. Photo 4 was taken in a pose comparable to the first photo.

All photos are clickable, as usual, if you want to see the gory details.

While I was working on this it occurred to me that I needed to take a photo for reference next time I get my hair cut because I really love the way the cut turned out this time. This morning I really made no effort, no blow-drying, just occasional tousling with my hands as it dried, and I really like the look. Since I had new photos it seemed like time to update my blog photos as well. This photo is not clickable. No one needs to see my wrinkles in all their glorious detail.

This is about how I look day to day. I don't really have the discipline for a polished "do".

One thing I have noticed, and my hairdresser mentioned it as well, is that my hair has gotten darker over the past few years. Yes there is more silver and gray, mostly widely scattered strands, for which I am thankful, but that hair which is not gray has gotten darker and more uniform in color. This of course has meant that I can wear stronger colors than I used to pull off, but it has not been dramatic enough to really change my palette.

Here is where I need your help: I got a little carried away with the eyeshadow this morning. I am out of my favorite eye-tonic, the one that makes my dark circles fade, so I thought to distract the eye with a little more color on the lid whereas I often go for the "3 shades of invisible" look. I am torn between thinking it is nice, and thinking it is way too bright. I like playing with color, but I can't really see what it looks like until after I have my glasses on, and then I don't notice the eyeshadow through the glasses. The photograph brings out the color really well. Is it good or is it too much? Opinions welcome.

February 24, 2009
New Project

Last night I traced out a new pattern. It is a pattern I had been obsessing about all week. It was not part of my plan. But more about that later.

In order to make space on the cutting table I had to tackle that pile of pattern tissue and UFO's that I had been avoiding. There were piles of pattern drafts for things made last winter (I am talking February 2008 here), and various stages of muslins and what-not for various patterns and projects I no longer remember.

As you can see from the photo above some of them even got wet in the interval; don't ask me how that happened.

All these bits of pattern paper have been sorted; some have been filed and others are now neatly stacked and stored in the UFO pile, a pile I have every intention of finishing up.

So why am I tracing a new pattern when I have all these unfinished patterns and muslins just waiting for my attention? Because I was looking at a piece of fabric and it said something to me. I think it wants to be this Marfy jacket, one of the free patterns in the new 2009 Marfy catalog. I actually don't know that it will work, and it is more than I originally wanted to tackle as I worked my way back into sewing. But the idea would just not leave my head. All this despite the fact that there is another coat I really want to be sewing and really want to move from its position as "fabric space hog" into the coat closet.

But there is no denying inspiration.

So I traced out the pattern. It helped that I had organized the cutting table and actually had a roll of table paper right there at the ready for tracing.

I had hoped also to get started on the muslin yesterday, but got started a little later than planned so that didn't happen. I had intended to sort out the paperwork for our taxes, just to see what was missing so I could track it down, but once I had everything out I figured I might as well put it all together, and add everything up. Now most of the work on the taxes is done, except for a couple of 1099s, so in the long run I am ahead.

It probably won't happen tonight either. We are having cocktail hour before dinner tonight, which makes pattern alteration and muslin cutting a questionable enterprise.

But that is one of the advantages of retirement. Who says happy hour has to be on Friday? Monday is so much more decadent, don't you think?

I think this project will take me a while. I am sure there will be days when I want simpler things, when I don't want to struggle with fitting a muslin. Even after I get the muslin fitted I have to figure out if it will work in the desired fabric (I'm not telling yet). I wasn't planning on a tailored project and yet I am a firm believer in making what you love and this project has been on my mind. There will be many days when I want nothing more than to tackle one of those UFOs. There is no rush after all.

February 23, 2009
A Mingus Interlude

Long, long line at the post-office. Of course, the one day I have to go to the desk is the day the line circles around the lobby twice.

I should have expected the phone to ring. G is at home expecting me, and is probably wondering at the length of my absence. I should have put the phone in my pocket. I have a package under one arm, all the mail crammed into my large hobo-bag type of purse, and I'm trying to find my cell phone without dumping everything.

After I hang up the gentleman behind me says "That was a treat; a Mingus ringtone is so much nicer than the awful stuff one usually hears."

I can only thank him and compliment his taste. After all, it is not often that someone recognizes Mingus, even a popular tune like "Goodbye Pork Pie Hat".

If I have to have a phone, it might as well play something I love.

February 19, 2009
Marfy 2009

The new Marfy catalog has been in my hand about 10 days
now, and it has provided many happy hours of fun and fantasy. It has also
taken the full 10 days to get my Marfy order down to "manageable"
proportions. You see, when I first get the catalog I love huge numbers of
patterns, and then as I look, I realize that many are but minor variations on
things I already have, or they really won't work for some reason or another.

It takes me a
few days to come down from that first flush of Marfy fever before I can look at
the catalog with a clear(er) eye. The result of this study is that I have
narrowed my choices down to about 6 or perhaps 7 patterns, which really isn't
bad considering that this catalog is for the entire year and I am looking at
Fall patterns as well as Spring. It also doesn't hurt that I actually like most
of the "free" patterns that came with the price of the catalog, and
would have actually paid money for them….oh wait, I did.

In the end
this may be the only dress in my list (you will see what I mean later on).
There were several interesting dresses with interesting details and
draping (see Liana's post) but which I liked more for the
abstract fact of their existence, knowing full well I would never wear the
resulting creation.

There are
also a few that appeal to a kind of wishful, "I always wished I could wear
that style" kind of mentality which is like sewing quicksand. All of
those patterns were best ignored.

But I kept
coming back to this dress. Although a high round neckline is not my best
feature, I think this one is low enough to show a bit of collar bone, and that
can always be adjusted anyway. I just like the style and the detail and I
would actually wear this dress. I am also intrigued by the cut-on sleeves
and the neckline draping. To my mind, Vogue does cut on sleeves well, but
I would have trouble with them because of the neckline draping — vogue always
makes the patterns too full in the center front/upper chest area for me.
I am intrigued to see how Marfy does this. My recollection of Marfy
patterns, and it has been a few years since I actually made one, is that the
fit through the upper chest is smaller and better for me.

Liana also
posted about this jacket, which I fell in love with almost the instant I saw
it. It doesn't hurt that I also have at least one piece of fabric
languishing in my stash that might be perfect for this jacket. In fact I
might have two.

Oh dear two
fabrics waiting for this pattern. This one is definitely a must buy.

I love the
gathers in the front along the front band, I love that the collar does not
close completely at the neck, allowing a little more of the neckline to show
without being too provocative, and I love that it is feminine but also kind of
sporty, at least to my eye.

I keep on
following in Liana's footsteps, at least as far as my first couple of Marfy
selections are concerned because I am also seriously considering this coat,
although I was on the fence about it before Liana posted and still continue to
argue back and forth with myself. I like the style, I have a fabric in
mind for it, another fabric which has been waiting for just the "right
pattern" and yet I still pause just a little bit. I think I will get
it though.

I also spent
several days just looking at the blouses. I am a sucker for blouses, and
although they came back briefly I think in many ways the knit top and the fine
sweater are much more a part of modern life. And yet I can't help loving
blouses. I think I need to make a few; after I have been collecting
blouse patterns for some time now, and I would certainly enjoy wearing them.

There were
several I was looking at but in the end decided that most of them were a little
bit too much for me with just a few too many frills.

But I love
this one. I could probably make it from another pattern and be perfectly
happy. But I won't. So I might a well buy it. It is a shame
that the lace inset does not continue across the back, but that wouldn't really
be a hard piece to add.

Another
pattern that I knew I had to have immediately, and which is still on the list
is this jacket, which was also shown on the back cover of the catalog.

It is the
shoulder and sleeve seam that attracts me. It seems so "me",
vague as that may be, and I am also fascinated by fitting this. It is an
area that is one of my most difficult areas to fit and this approach may well
offer some advantages.

I am also
somewhat intrigued by the dress as well. I have other dolman dress
patterns. I might even have something I could adapt this from, but I am
intrigued by how Marfy fits this. Again, the diagonal seams also add a
fitting opportunity that I might well find interesting to explore.

The dress
pattern would be a good base to explore some vague design ideas that are
flitting around in the back of my head. As the price for inspiration and
education, it does not seem so bad. The dress is that questionable 7th
pattern, that keeps popping in and out of my calculations.

#6 on the
list (I'm not counting the second dress yet, remember) is this fabulous
jeans-style jacket with its hourglass shaped seams. There is a jacket
that will give heighten the illusion of a waist, enhancing the waist that is
not as trim as it once was.

Most
jean-style jackets are too short, or too boxy, and this is neither, but it is
not matronly either even with its longer length. Or at least that is what
I want to tell myself. The actuality on my far different proportions may
prove to be something else entirely. But I am going to buy into the
illusion and buy this pattern. I suspect that what will really make ti
work for me is to wear it with something softer on the bottom, a flirty skirt,
or softer pants, as it is usually that combination of soft and strict that
works best for me. Still I see the potential.

But wait.

I have
another pattern on my list. And this is how the pattern stash grows and
grows and grows.

This pattern
is vying with the coat for a place on the final order.

I do really
like this jacket, but it is not that different from jacket patterns I already
have. And admittedly part of the appeal is the pocket, which I could do
myself on any other pattern. the cuff ban, and the collar, again all easily
copied on another pattern.

But why
reinvent the wheel?

Truthfully
the original six patterns were the ones listed above. I have decided to
get the coat. The dress with the diagonal inset piece is still on the
"maybe yes / maybe no" list, but I am leaning in toward it. G
really likes it too.

And I had
eliminated this pattern, 1988, convincing myself that I didn't need it but
could use the illustration as inspiration but G really likes it a lot and
thinks I should just by the pattern and save myself the trouble. Since he
found the pattern without my having to point it out to him, I am inclined to
follow his advice. But then he doesn't truly comprehend the extent of my
pattern stash. Perhaps it remains better that he never know.

So here is
the list. I am not yet sure whether I am sending in an order for 6
patterns or am just going to go all the way and get 8. I don't know why I
fret about it so much. When Marfy patterns were first available, I would get 8
patterns from just one season.

And some of
them are still waiting to be made. Not that that worries me. I have
to have the patterns available, because when I sew, it is the fabric that
always starts the process. The fabric worms its way into my attention and
tells me what it wants to be. Hopefully I have just the right pattern in
my collection.

I will
finalize my decision this week. Now that I have narrowed the list down
this far, the only thing that will keep me from adding patterns back in is to
actually place the order. I am less likely to place a second order than I
am to keep inflating the original order. I will sit on this a couple of
days, but then the final decision must be made.

February 16, 2009
Anticipation and Disappointment

Last weekend we went to a piano recital, part of the annual piano fesitval hosted by the Howland Chamber Music Circle. I look forward to almost every concert in this series and for the most part the concerts are a joy.

I knew the name of the pianist, Frederic Chiu, and I knew he would be playing Chopin. This was enough for me to be rather excited about the performance. I did not remember ever having heard him before and I did not do any anticipatory research, preferring, generally, to go into the concert with fresh ears. Therefore I could not, at first, pinpoint why I felt a tinge of disappointment when Mr. Chiu walked into the hall at the beginning of the performance. "Oh him" some part of my mind said, although I had no recollection as to why that thought had popped into the active part of my mind. I quickly squelched any misgivings.

The opening piece, the Sonata in E Major, Opus 6, by Felix Mendelssohn was lovely and I had no major complaints with it or with the second piece by Mendelssohn. However, when we got to the Chopin etudes Opus 25, the Chopin that I had been anticipating for weeks, my attitude cooled even though parts of the performance were breathtaking. Mr. Chiu is a fabulous pianist with fabulous skill and technique and who I would say plays in a rather dramatic, romantic and Lisztian mode. In the opening etude, the #1, the arpeggios began beautifully, building power and emotion only to become muddied to my ear from overpedalling, and perhaps a little overstated in the emotion, almost bombastic. This was followed by the #10 and the #11, which were breathtaking. The dizzying speed and clarity of the playing was just phenomenal and I was truly transported by this second piece, in which Mr. Chiu seemed to capture chilling clarity with tremendously sweeping emotion. The #4 was also stunning, again played with light-fingered clarity. Then he lost me completely with the #3 and the #12.

As we broke for the intermission I was contemplating these etudes, how I could admire the technique and style while still be unhappy with the performance? I decided that I like a little more nuance in Chopin. I think Chiu is occasionally too loud where I prefer a lighter, rippling delicacy which shimmers like light on the surface of the water, hinting at but not revealing all the depths beneath. There is little nuance. I think in the grand gestures of his playing, Chiu rolls right over the little inconsistencies in rhythm that bring such poignancy to Chopin. It is the little bumps and glitches in Chopin that bring new depth, at least to my ears, and the blinding arpeggios of Frederic Chiu seem to just crush them.

Perhaps I am mistaken. I have played very little Chopin and not for many many years. I have never studied music. I could never, in my wildest dreams play as well as Frederic Chiu. These are just my thoughts on my own preferances.

It was in the second half of the program that I realized where I had heard the artist before. He played at Bard during the Liszt Festival. I was not entranced then either. I recall thinking he was by far technically the best pianist we heard that afternoon, but he was not the one I enjoyed listening to the most. Oh well.

I think Liszt suits Chiu's fiery, almost over the top virtuosity better than Chopin. It is too bad I am not particularly a fan of Liszt, something I had not realized until that in-depth study of Liszt up at Bard a couple of summers ago. Chiu playing a Liszt transcription of Wagner seemed like the perfect pairing of pianist and music. Unfortunately I am not particularly a fan of Wagner either. It was beautiful. I was stunned by the performance, but it was an appreciate born of the mind, not of the heart.

When, in my development, did I switch my loyalties to thoughtful quiet subtlety? I think in my youth I loved fiery romanticism. I really want to like Frederic Chiu. He is fascinating in conversation. His technique takes my breath away. But the music he plays does not make my heart sing.

There may be one exception to that. As an encore he performed a piece by Prokofiev that had my heart in my throat and nearly brought tears to my eyes. In the program it was mentioned that he was scheduled to play Prokofiev at Bard in 2010. That may be a concert worth seeking out.

February 14, 2009
I wish I were…..

Going to London to see Cy Twombly at the Gagosian Gallery. I would dearly love to see these new works, would love to have a day just to sit and absorb. The advantage of planning a trip around seeing art is that I would have time to actually SEE the art.

It is true, I am one of those people who loves to sit and commune with whatever I am looking at. Even better is to sit a while, wander away, have a cup of coffee, rest, then come back and commune some more. I am not one of those people who feels that seeing more items makes the experience more rewarding. There is only so much I can absorb in a day, but I would love to take some time to absorb these paintings. Visiting London wouldn't be so bad either. I have a friend who is going next week. Perhaps I can fold myself up into her suitcase.

Or going up the Road to Albany to hear Willie and the Wheel play on Sunday. I haven't seen or heard a new Asleep at the Wheel album since my college days, although listening to my old albums always brings a smile to face and a definite tap to my feet. A little smiling and tapping, perhaps with a little whooping and hollering sounds good. I am not sure if any of my friends would be interested in hearing Willie Nelson and most of them would say "Asleep at the Wha..?" G most definitely would not enjoy himself, but he isn't comfortable at most popular music type of venues, so that is not surprising.

No I don't think I would be going to Albany this weekend.

So it is also probably too much to wish that I could be in NYC for David Byrne's concert at Madison Square Garden.

The new album has been in pretty heavy rotation on my playlist since it came out last fall and I pretty much know all the songs by heart. Listening to this album really puts me back in touch with the young girl I once was and reminds me of my college years. I don't think I will ever outgrow David Byrne. Luckily he seems to grow and evolve as I grow and evolve and each new project speaks to something that is always there.

So I won't be there either, although I would like to be. I'll just have to put in my earbuds and tune out the world for a while in the safety of my own little piece of the world.

Once upon a time, not all that long ago, all of these places, all these events would have been well within the realm of possibility. Sometimes I still miss that freedom to go. But I recall that sometimes, when we were always going, all I wanted was a chance to just stay. This is my time to stay for a while.

There will be other opportunities to go…

somewhere

anywhere

everywhere…..

even perhaps, nowhere.

February 13, 2009
Trial by microfiber

I finished the alteration on the microfiber athletic pants G got for Christmas Wednesday.

Yeah it was a bit late, and I admit that I was pretty good about finding excuses to avoid the task because it was something I really was not looking forward to. Alterations are not all that much fun anyway and this ended up being far more fiddly and painstaking than I had originally hoped.

There were two issues:

The pants were to long and the waistband was too snug.

I tackled the waistband first. The pants were constructed with a front zippered fly with a button closure and a sewn on waistband with elastic that was stitched in place.

I originally thought I could just open up the inside of the waistband seam, take out the elastic and put in a slightly bigger piece of elastic. It was still a fair amount of work because the elastic was stitched in place.

But the thin tight microfiber and the tiny black stitches were difficult to remove. It took me several days to do this because my eyes would just get so tired, and it was difficult to do without cutting or tearing the fabric. The stitches were well locked in place, I could not cut a stitch and rip, but rather had to cut each and every stitch. Bummer.

Once I had the waistband apart I quickly realized that, although there was more than enough room in the pants themselves, the waistband was going to be too small and I needed extra length. Luckily I also had to shorten the pants enough that I would have extra fabric to use for the waistband. The original waistband was in one piece from front tab to front tab and the only way I could see to get a relatively unnoticeable seam would be to put a seam at one side seam and insert a new piece in one half of the side seam to the front tab. I was quite fortunate that the width of the pant leg accommodated that fix.

This meant that I had to spend quite a few more hours detaching the waist band completely from the pants. After this was accomplished I cut the original waistband a bit, attached the new piece from the leg, placing the new seam at the right side seam and then reattached the waist to the pants with new elastic.

It sounds simple enough but I found working with this fabric difficult. It seems that my sewing skills really are a bit rusty. And I was really hoping to ease my way slowly back into sewing.

In the end I think I did it quite well and am in fact rather tickled with myself. Looking at the front of the pants, I don't think you can tell that the waistband has been removed and reattached, nor do I think the seam at the right side is really noticeable. And I am really thrilled beyond belief at how evenly I managed to do the final top stitching at the edge where the waistband meets the pants. It is such a simple thing for me to be so excited, but I am usually far too impatient with this and even if the outside looks even, the inside edge of the waistband wobbles all over the place.

As a reward to myself, last night I stitched up a little scarf from a small piece of burnout velvet that has been sitting in my stash for I don't know how many years. Pathetic isn't it that something that took only about 10 minutes of sewing would wait for years? No excuse to let that happen again. If I can fix those pants that nicely I think it is about time I let myself sew for myself again.

February 13, 2009
The almond butter made me do it

It seems that I have always been a person subject to whims and occasional flights of fancy. I try to attack life in measured form, to adhere to a schedule and a plan, but my true nature is to lose myself in whatever I am doing, the rest of the world be damned and occasionally this tendency gets the better of me. I may merely be lost in a book, head somewhere lost in the words and imaginary worlds, oblivious to the fact that other people count on me for dinner. I might be lost in the rhythm of writing something, in the throws of some creative activity or out in the yard lost in the labors of paint and planting and building. Or I might even be cleaning, although I am generally not a particularly obsessive housekeeper.

It was the cleaning that got me.

I had such plans. There were merely a few small chores remaining: clean the stove vent, clean under the refrigerator, straighten up the lower shelf in the pantry closet, the one which is at knee height from the floor and which I am least likely to keep in order. Another hour perhaps and I would have the afternoon free to play.

We have these pantry closets that came with the house. They are not that unusual but I hate them. They are too wide and way too deep, about 30 inches front to back, and if you fill them up then you can't find anything. I love to dream about how, in my dream kitchen, I would replace these closets with something more efficient and useable because I really like to be able to see everything. And I have a lot of stuff, although it mostly does get used.

So I pulled out the stool and sat down to clean out that low shelf. There were some bags of partially used nuts rolled up with rubber bands. A few things that were still in bags that needed to be put in the plastic containers I usually store them in (we have had mice in the past, not unusual in the woods, but haven't seen any for a long time). There was a box of almonds that had gone stale. I bought more almonds, and had used them, but never gotten down and disposed of the old ones. Way at the back was jar of almond butter which I had completely forgotten about.

G used to eat almond butter on Rye Wasa as an afternoon snack in the office. We closed the office two years ago. I must have bought this jar before that because it had never been opened. G hasn't eaten a Wasa, or any almond butter, since he retired. So I was sitting there thinking about what I could do with almond butter and wondering if I should just get rid of it, when I decided to Google it.

I found a recipe for a kind of flourless blondie made with almond butter. I realized I had all the ingredients in the house and I decided that I needed to make them. I had to move the stool to the other pantry closet to reach up to the top shelf (about 7 feet up) to get the box of baking chocolate and pull out a bag of semi-sweet morsels. There is a reason that I keep that box out of easy reach. After that, and while the almond brownies were baking I decided that I needed to clean out the pantry closets.

And that was the end of my plans for the day.

Before the brownies were out of the oven I had everything out of the pantry closets and covering every surface in my kitchen, including the floor in places. While the brownies cooled a bit so that I could cut them I washed all the shelves.

The brownie-blondies wee good. We sat and ate a small plate, G reading the papers, me plotting and planning how I would put things back on the shelves and googling a few other things I found lurking in the back corners.

Then I spent the rest of the day, pretty much right up until bedtime, putting everything back. There was some purging and reorganizing a little bit of list-making involved as well. I managed to get dinner made amidst the chaos, and even though G usually does the dinner dishes, I chased him out of the kitchen as there was just too much going on. I think he was rather grateful.

And I did get everything done. Although there were some containers that needed to be washed and repurposed. Some of that had to wait until yesterday morning, after the dishwasher ran. But I am happy with the pantry. And it had been a long time since I had thoroughly cleaned everything out. But of course that is really just an excuse to justify myself. I really just wanted to create a mess and then clean it up. I was in whirlwind mode. And even though it was exhausting I was in my element.

There was also some snacking on brownies to keep my energy up. In fact I know perfectly well that I will be the primary consumer of the brownies, one of the reasons the baking chocolate is way up high, and the rest of the flours and baking supplies, are way down low, on one of those knee-high shelves, so that they are not the easiest things to get at in the kitchen. The only way I can really limit my sweet tooth is to just not make sweet, pastry-like things. If they are there I will eat them.

G is not really all that attracted to baked goods. He enjoyed the brownies. He might eat another one or two, but they would spoil before he finished them. Not that he doesn't have his own snacking weaknesses. The man goes through 4 to 5 pounds of Hershey's nuggets a week, and no, buying better chocolate doesn't work. He eats just as much, or almost as much, but we spend 3 times more, and I am tempted to eat the good chocloate as well. I am really not attracted to Hershey's nuggets.

Of course I get most of the brownies to myself. But hopefully I won't make a habit of that.

February 12, 2009
A Nerd Let Loose in the Closet

Ever since Linda over at the Thoughtful Dresser, and Phyllis at The Sewing Divas posted about Touch Closet, I have been obsessed. I have been trying to work out a useful way to catalog the closet and store pictures of outfits and this was perfect. I downloaded it immediately after reading Linda's post.

Frivolous, I know, but I am such an obsessive nerd, and I tend to think of everything in outfits, even everyday things like jeans. In my head there is this conversation that runs something like "this top goes with those jeans but not with these, but if I want to wear these jeans, which tops do I like?" I buy fabric in outfits too, even when I buy online, I am thinking that some piece or another is perfect to go with some other mythical outfit that is floating around in my head.

So I have been spending my time photographing garments, and fiddling with Photoshop and learning to do new things, and uploading garments to my new "closet" and making outfits. So much fun.

Now that I have gotten started, and worked out a few details, this will hopefully not eat up so much of my time. I have two alteration projects to finish for G and then my sewing time is mine again to use or fritter away at will.

February 11, 2009