It’s Labor Day. I am wrestling with the notion that my time is better spent relaxing than it is making something and learning what I don’t know. When I buy clothes, they mostly don’t fit. Unless they’re knits or items designed not to close at the bust. Not for any other reason than my body is a particular body. Middle-aged, decent rack, short-waisted, pouchy belly, long legs, and knock knees. I deplore shopping and the best way to groovy clothes is to sew. It scared the living daylights out of me to get this blog up and running. And it’s going to scare the living daylights out of me to sew in public. I don’t like to fuck up. I know we are defined by how we handle mistakes, you get decked, you get up and you do it until you die. Am I missing a gene? Is it too late to learn perseverance? I hope not.
Will there be any fashion today? Yes, right now. Right here. Read more