my new year began on a bit of a sour note. my ass bike lock unwittingly chained my poor trusty cruiser to a fence in the plateau, and while i was saving up money for a locksmith the damn thing was stolen.
while i totally dismiss folks who anthropomorphise their pets i think it is the most natural thing to do in the world with bikes. so i'll miss my stalwart pal in lallygagging and i hope she's reinvented in a befitting glory. in the meantime i got me a bike from re-cycle cycle. it's a lean mean single speed road bike with drop bars and she is taking a bit of getting used to-ing. i miss my coaster brakes and essentially meandering around the city on the bike equivalent of a lazy-boy but on the other hand it's really crazy to be able to go a decent clip as my cruiser would top out at maybe 18 or 20km/per hour and i love how light this new bike is.
there has been something of a communication break down round these parts, but dear reader, i promise, it is me, not you and all will be largely as it was before long and there was probably some pretty compelling blogs/interwebings/cultural distractions that were way more engaging than i could have been anyhow.
i'm just checking in to show you i finally saw the magnetic fields and in a manner of speaking they saw me too. or at least they saw my mittens:
so sometimes i need a break from the bags and the repairs. this particular break ended up like this:
this colette pattern was a total dream to make. i''m so used to hunching over gross manila paper patterns that the visual space on the colette booklet was downright luxurious. the instructions were really clear (no frustration confusion ass aches like from commercial patterns) and it was real easy to adjust the pattern to my relatively uncurvy shape.
i made it with some eye searing pink polyester i had lying around and bought some fucking expensive but lovely cotton print (katie jump rope by denyse schmidt for free spirit) for the contrast.
next time i make this pattern (tomorrow if i have my way) i'll use easier to iron fabric. this poly would not bend for heat or steam so the bust line is a little wonky and the hem is ..*cough*.. a little weird. it was also my first time frigging around with the blind hem stitch. i'll probably unpick it and redo it but for now i'm too excited to wear the damn thing to care too much. i'll also forgo the contrast waist thing. i like the idea of the dress being solid and the top yolk thinger being almost sort of separate.
those small kvetches aside, i can not wait to order more! beignet, watch out. i'ma commin for you.
more fabric for the huge fabric pit i'm transforming the house into:
the red white and blue is a nice thick canvas that i can't wait to make bags of. the green is some kind of 70's poly knit which i wouldn't usually bother with but the green colour was just too nice.
i can't resist the combination of tiny birds and quilting cotton.
and best of all was this bombastic cotton print that i found two meters of. the print is a little too big for a shirt but then the fabric piece is a little too small for ensconcing myself with. i'm open to sugestions.
i have also decided to sacrifice two of my favorite finds to my etsy shop:
the romper that will bring out your inner 12 year old
and an indefatigable tiered knit dress.
i'm weirdly superstitious, not so much of black cats or ladders, but i feel like there's a certain balance that you have to work for, a certain degree of sacrifice that must be made before an endeavor can suceed. and it's not like there's not more eager sacrifices where they came from.
i feel pretty gauche for posing such a banal and blunt question but i'm curious about some sort of consensus among my peers/friends. do you think there's such a thing as a bad person?
