Saturday, May 19, 2012

a eulogy for my sunglasses

Readers, today is a sad day.  My good friend and sunglasses of many years are sadly no more after my parent's dog decided to use them as a chew toy (animal lovers: the dog is fine, you can breathe a sigh of relief - dachshunds apparently have digestive systems on par with goats).  My glasses and I first met at a Boots in Glasgow in the Spring of 2001.  I wouldn't really say it was love at first sight - they were actually one of three pairs I bought that day.  Jeez I realize how sick that sounds as I write it and I can only think there must have been some sort of deal for buying that many sunglasses.  I promise you that I don't usually buy more than one pair of shades a season.  [Actually, after initially writing this, I ended up selling three pair of sunglasses to a young lady this week.  She said she was stocking up for the summer because she inevitably will loose or sit on a pair.  I guess I don't feel so bad now.]  Given the fact that these glasses are almost always in my purse or on my person, I was really surprised at the lack of pictures I had in the archives of them in use.  Here are a few shots I managed to dig up - memories of the happy days:

 Moments after the attack.  I am going to look into replacing the lenses, but I fear that the money it will cost just won't be worth it.

At the beach with my cousin, the lovely Miss C.

Palm Spring last year (more pictures here)

At Coachella this year with T. and F. (note the glasses at my neck - I much prefer to keep them here when they are not in use as opposed to on my head)

Friday, May 11, 2012

Hello there.  For the past few years I keep telling myself that I should just shut this blog down.  If you take a quick look at the side of the page, you'll see that I only posted nine times in 2011, and so far 2012 is looking even worse.  But, like many things in this life, you put it aside and think "I'll just hold onto this, I might want to use it later".  Well, lo and behold, yesterday I felt like using this humble blog again.

 Remember this dress?  I made it two years ago in a month long flurry of dressmaking activity.  I have a tendency (I'm sure many of us who indulge in fabric hoarding do as well) of not wanting to cut into a really awesome piece of fabric until I am sure that the resulting garment will be really worth it.  Well, in this instance at least, I feel 100% confident that I could not have put this fabric to better use.  In fact this outfit got so much positive acclaim from people that I started to feel bad for my coworkers who probably wanted to strangle me after hearing "Thank you, I made it" for the umpteenth time.

I include this shot to illustrate how an outfit will morph over the course of the day.  Here we are after work and gone are the patterned tights and restrictive shoes (I don't care how comfortable a pair of shoes are, after nine hours all shoes are restrictive).  In their place are a pair of shorts perfect for laying on the couch and watching a Claude Chabrol film.