Made for ME: Top in Pale Yellow Voile

I finished a couple things for myself a couple weeks ago, a little selfish sewing for ME! First up is this lightweight and breezy top in the palest butter yellow:

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As you can see it’s definitely a summer top, yes that’s me over here trying my hardest to keep summer alive. You can also see that the voile is pretty sheer and so I wear it with a tank top. But don’t you think with a cardigan it could work for fall?

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I purchased this solid voile back when it was part of the solids collection by Anna Maria Horner, but now you can find these solid voiles as part of the Free Spirit Solid Voile collection (I’m a little confused over whose solids are whose, but since AMH fabrics are produced by Free Spirit, methinks it probably doesn’t really matter).

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I fought the urge to put the white ric-rac all over this top, in my head it had ric-rac trimmed pockets and a ric-rac trimmed neckline, but looking at the final product I’m glad I stuck with the “less is more” philosophy.

The basic pattern is loosely based on the Smashing Smock pattern found in Seams to Me by Anna Maria Horner; I’ve fiddled with that pattern in the past for my own personal purposes (here and here), so you can see hints of it in this version although for this yellow version I must admit I completely redrew the pattern pieces. But the basic idea is still the same, right: a double-sided yoke with a gathered bottom portion.

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As a Hopeless Color Queen, I personally like to wear it with green skinny jeans, these are surprisingly super-stretchy and comfy. With red moccasins of course (which I love despite the fact that they turn my feet a freakish shade of red)!

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While I was taking pictures, Clementine woke up from nap and decided to get in on the photography action. Love this little kiddo! {her dress blogged previously here}.

With the week I’ve had, I’m just amazed I got something sewn.

It’s been an odd week around here. Some snippets:

- Getting my hand in the way of my sewing machine needle arm while sewing these pants and completely busting it up. The machine, not my hand (why? why? at least my hand would have healed!!!).

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- In the Staples parking lot on the way home from dropping off said machine for repair, trying to wrestle a 60″ wide plastic carpet guard (the kind that protects carpet from the rollers on the bottom of desk chairs) to my car in what felt like hurricane-force wind. That thing was surprisingly aerodynamic. For every five steps toward the car, getting blown seven steps back (why do I always find myself in these Charlie Chaplin-type scenarios?).

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- Getting in the car turning the key in the ignition, and finding the battery dead.

- Looking totally disgusted and throwing up my hands when the perfectly-coifed Stepford Mom who I ask to help me jump my car looks back at me (in front of her perfectly-coifed high-school daughter) and says, “Um…can’t you call Triple A to do that?” My response (concocted a day too late in my head, of course): “It must be wonderful to live in a world where you think everyone has Triple A.”

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- Driving home as the dashboard begins to light up like a Christmas tree with every single stinking warning light on the bridge that’s down to one lane on the busiest street in the city, realizing that I have no transmission, no blinker, no gas pedal. Total Car Failure. I miraculously managed to roll it into a gas station parking lot next to a vegetable stand and walk home. {Turns out the oil valve had been leaking into the engine and the alternator failed, for all you mechanics-turned-sewists who are reading and want to know what happened, hee}

So anyway, repairing the two most important machines in my life seems to have sucked up quite a bit of my time this week. It’s surprising how much, actually. All I can say is, thank goodness for 59,334 miles on the odometer with a 60K warranty on the car. Sheesh. Now if only that sewing machine repair had been covered by warranty.

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I had two projects to show you that I had sewn for myself last week that I’m super-excited about but I guess those will just have to wait until next week. I did manage to finish the Treasure Pocket Pants for Elliot and I la-la-love them! Thankfully he does too (and as you can see, has his own unique way of styling them in an outfit). Thanks for all of you who put in your two cents on what I should make, it seemed like a bunch of you liked this Marine print with the navy for the pants, so I went with it and I couldn’t be happier with the combination!

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By the way, our giveaway winner for the book has also been drawn/contacted/announced (congratulations Beth!) on that post, so if you didn’t win you can either stick out the rest of the blog tour and hope for another giveaway, or go out and buy yourself a copy of this fantastic book.

Have a great weekend everyone!

I need sunglasses!!!

I can’t seem to keep a pair of sunglasses around for very long. I had three pairs earlier this summer and then recently found myself suddenly without a SINGLE PAIR. One was broken, one was lost, one was…well who knows. Hmmm, do you suppose this could have anything to do with it?

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Problem is, it’s not like I have a ton of free time to just go sunglass shopping, you know? And even when I do, I never seem to know where to go. I also have a big head so it seems like most of the ones I try on are too tight. I just bought the pair pictured here, but after wearing them around realized they give me a headache because they’re just a teensy bit too tight. So I’m wondering if there is some awesome secret go-to source for sunglasses that I don’t know about? It seems like everyone’s always wearing sunglasses but no one’s ever talking about where they got them. And unless you are recommending a pair that is toddler-proof (i.e. titanium or indestructible at solar temperatures), know that I’d prefer to stay as close to the $20 mark as possible. Because there’s a solid chance they’ll eventually end up on Miss Thing here.

Goodbye Big Butt


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Clementine decided to potty train herself right as we were moving last month, I kid you not she started asking to use the potty a week before we moved. Now she’s going through a (normal) reversion stage that is making me crazy. It’s like having a new puppy except there’s no new puppy, you get me? Just the puppy shoes, har har:

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In addition to that, she’s going through a (normal) whiny/clingy phase that always seems to accompany birthdays and other big transitions. Let’s see: moving to a new house, turning two, potty training, starting preschool (she’s in a “twos” class so I guess it’s probably closer to daycare than school but we call it preschool)? Yup, I think that qualifies as Major Transition. So it’s hard, but it’s good, you know? Growing up and change, the inevitable story of life.

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Still, I was a wee bit sad when I realized that this is probably the last pair of Big Butt Baby Pants I’ll ever make for her. Her tiny little underpants-clad butt just doesn’t fill these out like it used to. The rulers are still one of my favorite prints (Cosmo Cricket, you might recognize it from this Charlie Tunic) and cute for going back to school. Anyway, she’ll still wear them, but it’s time to pull out a new pants pattern for this big big girl!

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