armed and ready

I’m not the first one to write about this, and I won’t be the last. But I don’t think there can be too many shame stories like this uncovered and discussed openly. Shame wants to remain secret, in the dark, festering like mold. In my experience, when exposed to sunlight, it dies. For most of my life, …

this post was made for hoppin’

Ah, the true motivation for the break in my radio silence… My friend Nicole nominated me for the blog hop that all the kids are doing these days. I love that Nicole is part of this story, because she’s an example of why I love blogging so much. I first met her online, but we’re local …

anna banna fo fanna

Mind you, I don’t make it a habit to dance in an open field during a lightning storm. However, I should probably give those electrical bolts an extra-wide berth for a week or two, because not only am I publishing a post, but I have a woven dress to share… I have a crush. This crush was one …

may

Ah, I remember last year’s Me-Made-May so fondly. I constantly lurked the Flickr group, took snaps of my self-stitched garments with pride, relished in the variety I had infused into my wardrobe. I grandly dreamt of the following year, when my closet would be overflowing with new pretties to reveal, and when maybe I would even …

nothing that this post should be

**When one hasn’t posted on her blog in excess of six months, one’s first post back should be everything.** Hi y’all! Boy oh boy oh how I’ve missed this. The further away I got, the harder it was to return. I’ve been making the makes, but somehow no story nor garment felt comeback-worthy, and with …

protracting a good fit

I’ve noticed widely varying sentiments regarding kimono sleeves — some people adore them, some really really don’t. I get that. For me, the thing I didn’t like about some of my earlier kimono-sleeve makes was the fit of the armscye — sometimes it was too low, sometimes too big, sometimes it just felt wrong or …