sewloud

See we expect to see A LOT of people there this weekend. If everyone who has told me they'll see me there goes it'll be standing room only. And in the interest of being prepared and not running out of things we decided to kindly suggest you PREORDER! Just mosey over the the website, make a nice little shopping list, and give Bob a ring! (1-866-518-1558) Pay for your order now and I'll have it all packed up and ready for pick up when you arrive!  You don't have to worry about us running out of the thing you're lusting over, and I don't have to worry about a crazed line of people!

So just a quickie photo post. Most people are at the fashion show so it's really quiet here. So while I stuff my face with a tuna sandwich I thought I'd share some quick photos from the second half of Saturday



This dress is UNREAL in real life *bows to madamkat *

( More pics! )

And That sounds like the final applause at the fashion show time to go prepare for the rush!

Meme stolen from madamekat 

1981
I'm a twinkle in my Mother's eye.

1991
I am eight. I live on a street that except for the lack of puppets could easily be mistaken for Sesame street. I know all the people up and down my road, our Moms are all friends, we ride bikes up and down the street. Caitlin Crowley is my best friend, her backyard is across the street from my house and we spend hours and hours dressing up and walking up and down the neighborhood. We are known for our fabulous ensembles built of my mom's old bridesmaid dresses, her grandmothers old evening gowns, and random other pieces we've gathered over the years.

2001
I am 18. I graduated High School in 2001. And I started college. I began to experience what it meant to really be an adult. I walked into thin the theater in the round spacee theater building one day and classes were all cancelled and I heard the radio being broadcast . As I stood there the first tower fell and I realized the screams I heard were partially in the radio and partially surrounding me. It was a rough year, I came out of High school with an emotionally abusive boyfriend, an eating disorder, and a serious belief that my life wasn't worth much; with a side dish of teenage invincibility. What do you mean I shouldn't get a degree in sewing with tendonitis at 16.  The first month of my first semester of college I had to call the cops on a friend threatening suicide. It was a rough year.

2011
I am living in a tiny house filled with the things that I value most. I am about to marry the love of my life who makes me laugh every day and constantly reminds me of all that is good in the world. I have an amazing job working for a company that soon will take over the world. (Okay my boss is a tad pushy, but only if you stop scratching her ears) I wish we hadn't had such rough financial years before because all I want to do is buy a house and start nesting. But all will be achieved in good time. I feel like I finally know who I am, I'm going where I want, I have the perfect partner to go there with and now we just need to get the cash flow in order. Anyone know a multimillion dollar film that's looking for a director?

So where were we? oh yes up to Saturday morning. Now the Paper Dolls party didn't actually END till sometime early Saturday morning so you can imagine just how happy I was that the alarms went off at 6am...

( Ugh morning already! )

( Packing up )

( Shall we Dance? )

All in all it was a great event. I had a lot of fun.

So the marvelous madamekat  suggested we go to Jomar which was a nice change of pace, and I took a solid four hour nap. I feel like a whole new person. AND I woke up to an email that I won a contest I entered at the thrift store! I get a $5.00 gift certificate and t-shirt. yay!  Still sore but less mopey.

( Onto the Fun FIGgy tales for those who are interested )

( Our spiffy little store )

( The tale of how Bob stood me up )

( Now the Story of the Girdle )


So that gets us up to Friday night. I think Saturday will have to be a separate entry. 

But more on that later.

First I must introduce the project! As you may or may not have noticed Reconstructing History is hosting a Carnivale themed salon of February 6th, and I have nothing to wear! I posted several of my favorite inspiration images yesterday but my primary inspiration is this gown from the MET



( The photo isn't in color but the detail is )

( Onward to the Grand Plan )

( In which we start Pocket Hoops )

So Rob was appalled by our electric bill this month and turned the head down to 50...consequently I'm sitting here in wool socks, giant fluffy slippers, jeans, shirt, sweater, fleece, gloves...coat...okay no coat...But it's COLD (side note he's standing here in fleece pants, shirtless perfectly happy)

I originally decided that if it was going to be this freezing in here I was going to spend all day in the shower, the only toasty place in the apt, but then I got all pruney.

Today is my  last real day off. I have four more shifts at Joanns and then start at Reconstructing History. I'm sure Kass doesn't expect me to be at the shop 7 days, but small businesses have a way of expanding to fill the space you'll give them...and I do seem to spend my days off talking to her on Gmail chat as it is...

So I'm left wondering what to do with my day off. We had Matt and his Girlfriend Heathyr over for dinner last night so the living room, dining room and kitchen are actually clean. AND I vacuumed. But my sewing room is a disaster, as is our bed room. The laundry has reached epic proportions. I have a return at Kohl's from the In-laws that didn't fit, and a gift card to Old Navy I could spend on new work cloths. I guess I should do the errands before life gets in the way and I don't have time. But I also want to soak up some rest while I can. PLUS there's plotting to be done for costumes for the coming year...decisions decisions...Oh and I should write my thank you note. and I HAVE to mail rent today...