DAY 6

As we continue to honor the 'green' wave this August, (a discipline which just might end up saving our collective arses along with our planet) it occurs to me - I am doing my part by reusing my beloved OLD patterns!  This is a stretch, but bear with me, because you never know -  less printed patterns might = more trees.  I have some nearly-vintage patterns that I use year after year because, well, I love them.  Love the fit, love the design, love the wear . . . love everything about trees.

I cannot tell you how many times I've used this pattern - let's just say that I've gotten my money's worth!  I've created it in panne velvet, in pima cotton, in dupioni silk, in Italian viyella and this morning, in featherweight linen.

It never looks like much at this stage, but isn't it always heartening when you manage to get the garment on a hanger?  This linen is very light and delicate.  Moreover, it refuses to go where I want - it's willful and I have to baste the beJesus out of it!  Do you remember Fairy Loops?

Forgive this dreadful photography - the loop is actually tiny and quite nicely done.  When I was in junior high school the big fad was to run up behind your favorite boys and rip the fairy loops off of their shirts.  Dear God in heaven, what were we thinking?  What WERE we thinking?  Hmmm ... 13 or 14 years old ... we were NOT thinking about ruined shirts, were we?  


Something came in the mail ... a sight-unseen Kaffe cotton - oooh-la-LA!  This is Wanda's fault - she keeps showcasing all of her incredible quilts using this designer's line ... what is a girl to do?  P.U.R.C.H.A.S.E.

Can I just say that I LOVE LOVE LOVE Amazon?  Who knew that one could find fabric on their site?  Just wait until Scott sees his current VISA account ... there's going to be trouble.  It could be worse.  I could be addicted to Elsa Peretti's diamonds-by-the-yard or Juicy Coutere's latest leather luxury.  But no -

I am a simple woman.  My legendary days at the Chanel counter are over.  I no longer hunger for a free pass at Bulgari or a table at Per Se (or La Grenouille).  Nope, these days you'll find me hunched over my sewing or my knitting or perhaps out in the gardens pulling weeds.  There isn't a salon in the world that could rectify what a  season among vegetables has done to my nails.  It doesn't matter what my nails look like.  What matters to you?  A cottage near the ocean?  World Peace?  Your family?  A cure for cancer?  Winning the Writers Guild Award?  Talk to me ...