I should use patterns, I really should. I had all these grand ideas for this dress turned tunic. Measured and fiddled. And still it didn’t turn out how I imagined, apart from being way too short. But it is a cute little top, if only because it’s made from some amazing Tracy Porter fabric (Joanns sale section@ 2.99 yard!).
This is something so incredibly simple to make. I could hardly justify having someone else make it for me. Except, of course, that I love these fabrics and couldn’t imagine when I’d find the time to thrift them. So I up and ordered myself some vintage bunting (for some reason tonight I find that word extremely funny. B U N T I N G.)… from aunty cookie . (Over at Etsy)
At 35 bucks, a little painful. And then I remembered how much it costs to fill up my car with gas. It would almost cost me that much to drive to the thrift store and back.
Of course, it seems I use the price of gas to bolster all my decisions these days: like homeschooling (obviously the drive to preschool was a very very small factor in our decision to teach at home, but the thought did cross my mind) and ordering groceries online. The latter I always seem to regret. Having someone haul my bottled water into my home is truly fantastic. Having someone else pick out my produce? Not so fantastic.
See how I so easily excuse my hermitage?
and so do I. Lots of projects to check off the list. But more of the *lets learn about ancient egypt* kind of projects, and the *knights and their code of chivalry* kind of projects. Not so much of the quilting, bag making, headband preparing, skirt designing variety.
Good reasons for this:
Toddler bed painted
Me, on the job as sunscreen dictator:
4th birthday celebrated with the much loved Auntie Jen (below) doing the entire party prep (Yes, I have the most awesome family):
Still had time to finish the little sewing project started a few weeks ago…
Way too many pictures of the clown pants, I admit. Just can’t seem to help myself these days.
But not for me
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Lest there be any confusion: I am not, apparently, a soule mama. My blueberry banana cake simply did not taste quite as good as it sounds. In my defense, I do think living in Portland, Maine and having access to sublime fresh blueberries pretty much all the time (or so I imagine would be the case in my daydreams of Maine living) would make a huge difference. Frozen blueberries are no substitute. The *blueberry juice in the martha stewart frosting recipe* was a grand idea though! OH… and I am still trying to get used to this *using maple syrup as a sugar substitute* kind of cooking. Much healthier, I’m sure. But still.
You think with my prodigious spice collection (see below), I would be a better cook.
Alas, my husband is still waiting for improvement. Very sweetly, patiently, waiting. In the meantime, we BBQ alot.
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