I really meant to make my wedding outfit. I really did. It seemed easy and like I could get exactly what I wanted and just the right thing to do…
And then I accidentally found this dress. K and I dug through her vintage collection this afternoon and this beast changed the game. Maybe I’ll end up sewing something, a cute little party dress, just in case this gets too hot, but for now, I think I’m okay just altering this. (The bust is way too big – I’m flat as a board – and the ribs are a little tight.) I’m also thinking about dip dying it an obre grey. It’s already kind of a dingy grey and think it would be really classy to dip it a little darker on the hem.
But seriously, guys! How awesome is this dress?!
New question – what should I do about my head? Veil or flowers or…?
Well, folks, two important things happened today… Number one, I sewed for the first time in the new apartment, lovingly dubbed the V-MAC. Number two, I made my first wedding skirt muslin. Final verdict? Size 6 of the Gabriola skirt is way too big. I want this bad boy to sit at my waist and hug my hips before it flares out. I’m pretty short and have pretty short legs, so I want this skirt to be super high to make me look tall and regal. Le sigh.
I don’t have too many thoughts on wedding stuff, Dear Internet. I mean I do, but I also don’t. I don’t care about color schemes or types of flowers or seating arrangements. I do care about being comfortable and easy and fun. When I look at “wedding dresses,” I kind of get that hyperventilating, breathe-in-a-paper-bag type panic.
Which is why I think I’m going to make a skirt + shirt combo.
Call me crazy, y’all, but I think in a super light grey with a lace overlay, that could be perfect? Maybe do some rhinestones for buttons and flare the gores of the skirt a little more than normal? Casual, comfy but also kind of classy and cute?
You know how sometimes your life just spirals out of control and you can’t find the time to do the things you love because you’re just barely keeping ahold of the handles as it is?
That was Spring.
Now that summer is winding down a bit and we’re inching towards football season, I feel like I’ve finally gotten my shit all the way together and can come back here. I love this blog. I love having an outlet, I love the excuse to take pictures of boring, mundane shit and I love the friends I’ve made. It feels really good to be home again. Shit, it feel good to have a home again.
My darling lady friend MK and I found the most wonderful little apartment in a kinda cool, hip-ish neighborhood. We signed a lease. Boyhood also moved in.
So here we are, a little family of three. Just living life, kicking ass at our jobs and being happy together. (Not in a polygamy way or anything…)
This is MK’s cat Bootleg. He’s pretty rad.
We’re totally those people. We listen to records and play cards and us girls cluck around the kitchen making dinner. Football is a thing in my life now. Everyone piled on the couch, the people who care making constructive comments…. me trying desperately to make the announcer’s constant babel sound sexual.
Boyhood sits around in the crazy chair playing video games. It’s a surreal experience, accepting the possibility that this good fortune could possibly be my life.
Why am I being all sentimental and waxing poetic, you ask? Well, Dear Internet, this girl is getting married.
To this guy. And I couldn’t possibly be any more in love with my life.
There is a new boy in paradise, Lovers! He is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life and despite my personality, he loves spending time with me! (How amazing is that?!)
Craziness, Dear Internet, utter craziness. This boy kills me. We’re calling him Boyhood (for now) because he’s kind of a baby and I’m kind of a cougar.
Yesterday a strange feeling overtook me and I ripped every piece of green and blue and grey and brown and black fabric off the shelves and started cutting.
I can’t seem to find my rotary cutter (it’s at the ex-ish boy’s house, let’s me honest, I totally know where it is, I just don’t want to go find it!) so I cut the 4.5″ squares by hand with a template and scissors.
I am so in love with this little quilt… According to math I’m going to need 669 of these HST and I can tell you right now I don’t have that many. I think I’m going to have to do some intense sashing to make it a reasonable size. I’m sure he’d be perfectly happy with a couch size quilt, but I really do want this to be something he can use in his life for warmth – and he’s tall. (Oh, tall boys. I seem to be on a tall boy streak right now!)
I got like 90% of the blocks sewn up yesterday (and can’t wait to get this Real Job workday over with so I can go home and bust out the last few. His birthday is early next month, so I’ve got quite a bit of time, but I don’t want to slack off an find myself freaking out the night before.
Gah! Wanna hear the worst part? Not only an I considering sashing the living shit out of this (which I find incredibly lazy, just for my own abilities, like, ‘Why didn’t you just make more HST, Cassie?!’ ….. ‘Uh, because I’m lazy, that’s why….’) but I am seriously considering backing it with an NFL novelty print. Gag me, right? But it’s all green and blue and black and white and the little pops of neon green would go so well with this….
GAG ME, right?! Oh man, but he would love it so much. I can’t not do it, right?
I don’t usually make gift quilts, and let’s be brutally honest, the last one I made for a boy the relationship lasted like three weeks, so this could be terrible. Who knows. Whatever. I’m living my life #WHOLEHEARTED and it’s rad.
I need this. For one reason or another The Dude is not a fan of Instagram, so I’m thinking compromise could be instax? Or, maybe just fuck him? This thing is great. I neeeeeed one. (Edit: The Dude is fired. Fiance is a huge fan of all kinds of selfies!)
Started painting again. Need to pop over to Daniel Smith to re-up on paints. Having quite a bit of fun.
Josie and I are fixing up the camper to sell. Everything is getting painted white. Okay, not everything, but SO MANY THINGS! It feels really strange doing all this work and not living there. Like, why didn’t we do things right the first time around? How come some stranger gets to enjoy the beautiful, crisp white paint and not me? (Suddenly the camper is becoming a metaphor for my failed relationship and that’s no bueno.)
(Edit: camper is sold and darling new couple who own it melt my heart. I know they were the right people to carry on the camper legacy.)
Whacked together these cute little curio shelves today while doing camper shit. I am so in love with them, I can’t even tell you. The Dude gave me Storm Trooper “to keep me safe,” and I’m super jazzed he has his own little shelf now, rather than just sitting alone in the windowsill. Oh, Storm Trooper, I love you.
Painted my sewing table. No sewing as of late, but soon, Dear Internet, soon. I’m having a hard time finding my center these days (work, life, love, shit, more shit, epic shit mountain, money, adulthood, etc…) so sewing has kind of slid into a coma. It’s okay. I’m making my way back to the temple of fabric doom.
Pray for me, Lovers, I am lost in the Desert of Adulthood and not really very good at aimlessly wandering.
It’ll all be normal again soon. (Or, maybe this is the new normal?)
I started this bad boy in December and finished it last weekend. I don’t think I’ve ever had a quilt take quite so long and actually get finished. It’s a new for me. Slow and steady isn’t really my jam, ya know?
I was pretty big when I based it. I laid on it and it was much larger than me in every direction. I was pretty positive it was a queen…. And then after all the quilting and the washing (OMG! how wrinkly is this?! it’s amaaaaaazing!) it’s quite small. It’s more of a couch-lap-quilt type deal now I’m afraid.
And the quilting is a little bipolar. Some pebbles, some straight lines. Whatever. I do what I want.
All in all, not that bad. Pretty much exactly how I want my life – just good enough as to not inconvenience me with the amount of work perfection would take.
Moving right along, let’s talk about the chair.
Oh this fucking chair. It has lived at like three of my friend’s houses and couldn’t quite make it to Goodwill to save it’s life… It was old and sink-y and kind of creepy and I loved it. So I stole it…. from people who didn’t want it.
So I ripped the fabric off. And painted it red.
Traced the sad little seat cushion and BAM! I decided to reupholster this fucker with orphaned quilts. Wish I had taken the time to make some piping and pipe the cushion, but I was too excited to think about all that. Also, there is a gruesome center seam that drives me nuts. This damn cushion will probably be re-reupholstered sometime soonish.
Then I stapled. And took a break.
Then I stapled like my life depended on it. I’ve never done anything like this before, so don’t ask for my opinion on “the best way to do it” because I just made that shit up. Staple wildly and assume you’re going to tacky glue some fancy braid over the staples? Yup, that’s how I roll.
Also, in case you’re wondering, Harbor Freight has a kind of crappy little staple gun for five bucks. Go get one and reupholster something. It’s a lot of fun. And if you hate it later, just hawk it on Craig’s List. NBD. So there you have it. Two finishes. Well, one and a half, because I still haven’t decided on a braid yet.
I’ve got a lot of projects on the brain, Dear Internet…. but I can’t seem to find the energy to get many (cough-any-cough) of them started. Maybe making a little inspiration board will help me get my shit together?
1. this tattoo, 2. this little pallate side table (for my keys by the door), 3. this honeycomb shelf for my glasses, 4. this loft bed, 5. this cute little succulent frame
6. this window treatment, 7. this window treatment, 8. this coat rack because I can’t hang things on my cement walls, 9. this cool palette bookshelf
Alright assholes, I give in. The Boy Wonder and I have spent at least ten minutes discussing what my word should be and I think I’ve committed. No, let’s get this straight, I’m wholeheartedly committing to wholehearted.
I want to be all in this year.
I want to meet every challenge head-on, fight until my last breath and give my 100% in everything I do.