Gingham Shirts

Let's just say, it's been a day already.  My zipper in my new (only worn once!) skirt broke, it took me over an hour to get to work, and, well, I just don't want to deal with it today.  I want to be at home, sewing, or shopping, or something.  I'm just not into it.

Is this a generational thing?  Maybe we all look back on the '40s and '50s with rose-colored glasses, but you never hear about old people saying they weren't "into" work.  They knew they had to work.  End of story.  Maybe I'm reading too far into things?

Anyway, I sewed a blouse yesterday.  I feel like it's been forever since I've sewn something!  I did make that Modern Marigold Pretty Shirt.  What a nightmare that was.  It's huge!  I look pregnant in it.  So I have to go to JoAnns this weekend and get some white grosgrain ribbon.  I don't normally like belts because I'm so short-waisted (and not wasp-waisted either), but sometimes, you gotta cinch it.  (Gap Girls for the win) (Not the correct link but I couldn't find the one I was looking for.  You get it!)

So I sewed this top with some dotted Swiss my momma gave me.  I have a ton of it.  I'm thinking of also making an Oliver + S Puppet Show tunic out of it, because I've been dying to make one and also because I have a ton of it.

God, could I take worse pictures?  This is a Simplicity Threads pattern, and it seems to have dropped off the pattern planet because it's not on the Simplicity website or Google.  Weird.  It's a pullover and there were separate bodice pieces for different cup sizes.  I love that!  All patterns should have that.  I don't know why the industry standard is a B but it shouldn't be.

Yes, that is me in my office bathroom.  I wanted to show off the J. Crew shirt I bought Saturday.  Gingham!  And it fits perfectly!  I had planned to wear it with the terrible skirt that broke, but instead I had to go with this white skirt, which is too tight but thankfully still zips up.  It's J. Crew, so who knows if I'll be able to afford another one, but I love it and plan on wearing it forever.

This is the skirt that broke.  As you can see, the zipper pull is clearly at the top, but the zipper is pulling apart.  Interesting.  My mom suggested zipping it up and down to get it back on track, which I had Nick do, but it pulled apart as soon as I moved.  And then we couldn't get it off.  It's been a stressful morning.  I've contacted Loft because I bought it with my Loft card last month, but is there anything I can do?  It's an invisible zipper and there's a skirt lining.  How much do seamstresses charge to fix this?

Oh, also, I have a giant zit on my face (right under my nose) and my hair is looking...crunchy.  I should've just stayed in bed.

The Ebb and Flow

It's been a super crazy day.  One plus: I managed to miss the thunderstorm that stopped just long enough for me to commute.  That was amazing; thanks Mother Nature!  Many minuses: my breakfast was frozen (frozen Greek yogurt is not the same as TCBY, just so you know) and as a result I've been eating everything within a five-yard radius; there have been major mess-ups with our classes today; and I'll be here for almost ten hours today, tomorrow and Thursday.  Throw in two hours of commuting (one each way) and I'm exhausted just thinking about it.

However, I'm excited to think that my copy of Bossypants may be waiting for me outside the apartment right this very moment, though I'm sure I'm incorrect.  Also, tonight is Tuesday night, which means the Office is on for like seven hours.  Tuesdays and Thursdays are my favorite nights because of the never-ending comedy.  And after last night's binge on Intervention (both on the show and us watching like four episodes), I could use some comedy. 

I don't have a whole lot to report today.  I've been reading A Practical Wedding in between crazy back-and-forth emails to colleagues and clients and also planning for a surprise Southern trip this summer.  The rain, I think, is giving me a headache and to that I say, "Nap, please."  Alas, that won't happen, and I won't see my bed until 10 or later.  So much for those plans.

I remember when work was standing around Bath and Body Works, gossiping with my friends.  And I ached for this life.  What the hell was I thinking?  (Also, this reminds me of a conversation Nick and I had.  A few years ago when I wanted to originally move to DC, I thought working all the time and living in/close to the city and doing all that jazz was my dream.  I loved it.  I wanted to pay enormous rent forever, if it meant I could be someone.  Now, I do all that, and it kinda blows.  I mean, it's okay, but it's certainly no dream life.  It's amazing how your ideals and dreams change as you experience more and more.  Okay, everyone knows that, but I had to throw it in for good measure.)

Here's to Wednesday, for its arrival means today will be over!