HELLO, LAST WEEK I RE-DISCOVERED TWO ABANDONED SWEATERS IN A DRY CLEANING BAG IN MY CLOSET, AND DECIDED TO KEEP THEM, BUT FIRST MAKE THEM MORE SPECIAL, AND SO I DID THE MOST SPECIAL THING I KNOW AND COVERED ONE SWEATER IN FRINGE. The sleeves, anyway, because: balance.
At one point there were also tassels, but THAT’S ENOUGH WITH THE TASSELS.
Anyway, so I covered the sleeves in fringe – enough to pull focus, but not so much that I can’t wear it around the house. The fringe is heavenly, soft as silk, and the peachy blush shade is everything. I bought an entire bolt of it years ago for an editorial collection, but couldn’t find a use for it then, and so I sewed all of it onto these sleeves.
Can’t wait to wear this out and be touched by strangers.
It’s okay with jeans, but I think this sweater needs something that’s casual in a completely unassuming, uncool way. Like a pair of high-waisted khakis.
The sleeves are EXTREMELY HEAVY, which obviously feels fantastic, but also like I’m about to lose my sweater. I reinforced the inside neckline and shoulders with a super luxe ($$$) suiting fabric, which is all the stuff, and makes everything lay just so, and now I’m thinking maybe I need to do this to all of my sweaters. Maybe I need to do this to all of my t-shirts. Maybe I need to do this to my entire life.
HELLO, I’VE REPAINTED MY DINING ROOM AND MADE A NEW SHIRT TO MATCH. The walls are Pink Sea Salt by Behr, a mention which should be great for my blog’s SEO, and the turtleneck is made from a remnant of black, sparkly sweater knit I used on a gown. Oh and I found a bunch of pleated, peach tubes at the fabric warehouse recently and folded one up and stuck it on the front to attract more attention to myself.
It’s like if Delpozo did a collection of sloppy coffee filter shirts.
Just bought this travertine table. Then I spent a week feeling very sad and stressed that it was going to fall through the floor and onto the condo below us.
We read through a bunch of fish tank and safe forums and all of the contractors and architects on those threads were not at all concerned about 300 lbs, which is what this table weighs.
Now I worry that it will tip off its base and crush someone’s legs.
I am a very chill person.
P.S. I made the tunic underneath too. It’s a long, nightshirt version of my poet blouse, and, friends, there is nothing I’ve ever made that I love more than that damn blouse. I CAN’T STOP WITH IT.
Every time I buy new fabric, I think “Oh! I wonder how this would look as a POET BLOUSE??”
I didn’t have enough of this black, sparkly sweater knit, so I had to go sleeveless. No worries, though, because I CAN STILL WEAR IT WITH A POET BLOUSE.
I’d like to wear it to a party or an art show, but I’ll probably just make love to this table before it ruins my life and call it a day. GOODBYE.