A pause in the marking and the eating.
DH's idea of helping me get my work done involves bringing me snacks. He's always perfecting something and wants me to sample. That man's breaded scallops are so light they fly around the room - until they land in my mouth.
OK, back to my sound off.
I had a quick blog/fashion site surf to get me warmed up this morning and you know not all of it speaks to me.
I want to get this out there.
I am a prime time woman but I love fashion. New fashion. Sites and advisors that can show me how to wear beige pants, a white shirt (yes I know but the shirts are going to be cool coming out of this workshop), and a black blazer 47 ways don't do a damn thing for me.
I don't want a wardrobe advisor. I don't want a formula. Tim Gunn is a great and funny writer, but he doesn't live on this street.
You know I am not really all that interested in investment pieces that will last for 5+ years. I would be so sick of those clothes.
I don't want to mix and match.
I love dresses. I love colour.
And the clothes I remember best where the ones that made me feel sharp. I would rather look classy than classic. Sew something I have never made or worn before, than to fill a wardrobe gap. Learn a new technique, be pleasantly surprised by how a new style looks on me.
I want to keep getting cranky because it's just taking too long for the new season's patterns come out.
I have just bought some new Vogue dress patterns and am anxious to try them. Back to the marking and hopefully a photo shoot this afternoon.
Thanks for listening.