Skip to main content

Got it done....and then went back to school.

Well, my season of getting it done seems to be drawing to a close, since school is back in session and kicking my rear.

Fortunately, I managed a couple more successes (and a couple misses) before heading back into the chaos that is the most disorganized school I have ever worked in with the most stressful start up due to said disorganization. 

So...I made a washi dress for myself, and then decided that I should try a few more clothing items, too.  My public library has a subscription to creativebug, so I decided that I should try another Rae Hoekstra pattern.  I made myself a lovely polka dot chambray Cleo skirt.  Next time I will make the pockets deeper, but overall -- I love it.  And it goes with lots of things already in my closet, which is fantastic. I had *just* enough fabric left over to hack a skirt for each of my girls, by attaching theirs to a pair of stretchy shorts they already owned.  And yes, we wore them together the next day and matched.


I also decided that I should make myself a Beatrix top.  And made the mistake of going straight for the lovely but slippery and tricky gauze fabric that would require a lining.  And it was mistake after mistake after mistake.  The shirt looks lovely, but is too small for me.  I haven't decided yet whether I should try to take it apart and remake the layers individually (and hopefully correcting for size with seam allowance modifications) or just pass it along to someone smaller than me.  I really love the fabric....so I'm tempted to wait a while until I'm more settled into my new routine of being back at work.....and it was also so much work to put it together in the first place, that I'm not sure I want to undo it and re-do it.

So I made another, and it fits!  But I don't love the fabric quite as much.  If only I could have reversed the order.....Hopefully, lesson learned.  Practice first, then the nice fabric.

Someday....I'll make myself a few more things, including an Isla dress (also on creativebug!), another cleo skirt, and who knows whether I'll manage anything else after that. 

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

so far away

Linking up to the Gypsy Mama's five minute Friday.... Chile is so far away. My husband's homeland, the place where he most wants to be. His mama is there, his daddy is there, his brothers and cousins and grandmas and the people who mattered most to him for so so so long are there, and we are here. Here in the very different US, with values thrown at us everyday that seem to say that his childhood was inferior and that returning to a life like that would be the most unwise choice. Here, where the only way to get from one place to another is by car. Here, where without a college degree a "real job" is impossible to come by. Here, where being a legal resident costs thousands of dollars, time, and ridiculous interviews where people question whether you are actually married. Distance is what happens when it is time for the holidays, time to remember family traditions, and the people who are still celebrating them, even though he is far away, thrust into the midst of...

five minute friday

Linking up for Five Minute Friday hosted by the gypsy mama. It's Friday morning, there is no school today, and I am wide awake. I have been since about 20 minutes after my alarm usually goes off. I grabbed the cat, shoved her under the covers, and told sweet hubby "Merry Christmas". He wasn't very amused, starting scratching my head to get me to go back to sleep...but I am awake. Awake, and awakening, and growing in awareness. Last weekend was a wake-up call to me. We had a couple of friends over to watch movies on Saturday night, and by Sunday, sweet hubby and I were not on speaking terms. When we finally spoke again, late on Tuesday, I said painful words to sweet hubby.... If you are the person who was in my living room on Saturday night, then I don't want to know you. --I'm not.-- Then you will have to show me. And so we are both awakening to the task of rediscovering how to be good to one another, kind, respectful, building one another up as we r...

if you met me...

Linking up at the Gypsy Mama . If you met me.... I'd be happy to chat for a little while, unless I was watching the clock and trying to manage my time. Sometimes I try, sometimes I don't. If you met me at school, I'd only speak to you in Spanish. For real. Unless there were no kids around, in which case I could speak to you in English. If you met me at the beach, I'd be running around in my pjs or a bikini. All the time. I think I even forgot to pack shorts for the current beach trip. Who needs shorts when there are bikinis and sunshine? If you met me, you might think I'm ridiculous about how much I love my husband and our cat. And please don't ask me, after you hear that we've been married for five years, if we have any kids. If I didn't mention any, I probably don't have any. And if I didn't mention on my own that I one day want to have kids, don't ask me when I'm planning to. I think it is rude, and personal, and you never kn...