It’s that time of year where it feels as if we’re barreling towards Christmas at lightening speed. What is it about the end of September that turns my eyes towards the next year already? I want to put on the brakes – I have way too much 2015 business to attend to before 2016 starts beckoning me towards her. I have, however, made the time for one of my very favorite blog features…
As I skipped off to work today, donning a minty green vintage confection with a daisy chain delicately sewn around her collar, I started to think about the things in the universe that connect us. By definition, a “daisy chain” is simply a string of daisies threaded together by their stems. In engineering, a daisy chain is a term to describe a wiring scheme where multiple devices are wired together in sequence (used for good and occasional cyber-evil). And in medicine, I’ve heard it used to describe a series of organ transplants involving one matched donor. But they’re all meant to imply connection – pulling…
After the craziness that was the making of the Dahlia Dress (which took a good 6 months to complete in between all of the travel and 12 zillion pattern pieces), Sewanista and I thought it was a good idea to try for a quick win – follow a fairly straightforward pattern and quickly reap the rewards. Ohhhh when will I ever learn that when it comes to my sewing projects, nothing is ever as simple as I expect…
Every now and then, certain items catch my eye and I can’t get them out of my head. And generally, those items involve glitter. You know the drill – you see something amazing and talk yourself out of it. Reasons ranging from ‘it’s not quite the right shade of blue’ or ‘you’re not sure it’s practical’ all the way to another desperate attempt to put yourself on a spending binge. My weak resistance flowed like lava from the Inevitability Volcano. Oh, I can come up with excuses like the best of ’em (I’m also rather skilled at coming up with rationalizations. A…
My love of scenic prints knows no bounds. I have a particularly soft spot for photo realistic prints, and as Spring is looming here in Australia, flowers are blooming and so is my wardrobe. The bright red poppies on this Chicwish skirt just sing out for warm weather and skipping through fields and falling asleep in the shade of your favorite tree. Naturally a conversation about poppies turns my mind to the Wizard of Oz and the closer I look, I realized I have an deconstructed, Dorothy-themed outfit, complete with ruby slippers and a hot air balloon brooch (I swear, sometimes…
Ohhh September, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love you because (1) You involved Fiji, (2) You involved relaxation on a beach with cocktails and no responsibilities, and (3) You involved lots of beautiful vintage. Ohhh that’s a whole lot of love. As far as I’m concerned, September wins this year, hands down.
I’m not sure what it’s like in your household, but in mine, gadgetry abounds! We have a plethora of iPhones, iPads, iMacs…I basically live in iHouse. I guess that sort of comes with the territory when you marry an iPhone/iPad software developer. And I’m certainly not complaining – I would never be this technologically savvy if I were left to my own devices…
I was asked by another friend recently if I could make a list of my favorite Etsy shops. The task reminded me it was high time to tackle another of my favorite blog features, where I turn the Spotlight On my favorite vintage hot spots (and drool over their vintage wares). Today’s spotlight is on an absolute gem: Word From the Bird vintage.
Ladybug, ladybird, May bug – the first taste of spring has more than a few names. The subject of many a nursery rhyme and many a superstition, I can’t help but anthropomorphize just a bit and imagine when I’m lucky enough to spot a ladybug merrily zipping my way, she is completely aware of her adorableness and charm as she blows me a kiss (and who doesn’t love a cute red and black polka dot coat?) It’s actually a common misconception that you can tell a ladybug’s age by counting her spots, but that’s just a myth. A lady never reveals her age…
Given my recent trip to sunnier pastures, where it was 28 degrees pretty much every day, I find myself bundling up more than usual this past week, which seems more in line with the folks scurrying past me on a daily basis. It’s odd to be fitting in – truth be told, I’m rarely so seasonally attired. I tend to be the one who’s never dressed appropriately for the weather regardless of where I’d spent the week before on a beach, and the phrase, “You must be FREEZING” is heard about 3 times per day in the winter. But, a…