Sunday, May 30, 2010

The CSA Challenge

So excited to report that Beard and I signed up for our first CSA! After some intense sleuthing, we decided on Helsing Junction Farms, a Washington operation that offers a nice variety of produce at what seems like a really affordable price. Plus flowers! I've made it my personal mission to come up with MacGyver-esque ways to incorporate all those veggies into my diet. ALL of them. Watch out folks, it might get crazy.

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Fabric Flavor of the Week

Generally I'm not really into flowery prints, but I currently can't suppress my desire to hoard these fabrics from Moda: the 1933 line by Chloe's Closet. I'm going through a weird nesting phase where all I want to do is make Little House on the Prairie dresses and knead bread. This too, shall pass.

In other news, I've been sewing up a storm! I've added a couple of bags to my future Etsy arsenal, and I even started making some tank tops! Making something that I'll actual wear is a big milestone for me, even if I'm just wearing them to sleep. I based the tank on a pattern out of the already lauded One Yard Wonders, and this project also marked the first time that I used elastic and made my own bias tape.

I really need to set aside some time to get some lady-friends over here to model my new creations, but until then, please accept my burly substitute. Sorry Beardy. But by trying to prove that you could worm your big man body into my shirt, you brought this upon yourself. (And seriously, look at that pose and tell me his heart wasn't in this.)

Saturday, May 1, 2010

Fryed.

Last week I was a little bit devastated when I took my six-year-old Rockport boots to the cobbler, only to find out that my soles were too far gone to repair. As proud as I was that I walked holes into a pair of shoes, there was suddenly a a gigantic void to fill in my wardrobe. Well, I took care of that today. Meet my Frye Harness 12R's in Dark Brown. Been lusting after them for a long time. People swear that you can wear these things for 10 years, and with my history of milking the life out of things, I think it's safe to aim for 15.