The Wardrobe Journal

I, like many other creatives, have a thing for journals.  It doesn't matter how many I might already have lying about; if I see one that I like and it's American- or Canadian-made, then I buy it.  I'll use it eventually.  I always do.

So on Easter Sunday, I found myself in my closet, trying to find an outfit to go with my Pink Souffle Hair Piece (basically a hatified headband), which my dad bought for me after I blogged about it here (sometimes the power of suggestion works!).  It really is awesome, but it's often hard for me to find something that works well with it.  But like I said, it was Easter, and some kind of hat is required for that day (even if one is not necessarily celebrating the holiday).

I tried on outfit after outfit, which is not usually my style (I can get a good outfit down in fewer than three tries, and usually, I just know what I want to wear), and modeled them for the patient ladyfriend.  I found one that worked fairly well but required heels, and we were walking to dinner (fried chicken at Hambrgr - yum!), so that nixed that.  I eventually ended up with a dress that was good, but it took awhile.

Quality of Life Markers, or Baby, Where Has Our Love Gone?

On Sunday I realized my Saturday fit (as I'm now calling my bad mood) went deeper than just the feeling that my desire to be conscientious (about so many things) was a Sisyphean task.  I'd seen some of the signs earlier, but I'd tried to ignore them or explain them away.

Here are some of the signs:

1. You don't make pickles
2. In fact, the larder is pretty low on home-canned goods
3. You haven't gone to yoga since the summer (yikes!)
4. You cook, but you're not really cooking (if you know what I mean)
5. You're making a lot of socks because everything feels like it needs to be portable and pretty manageable (low commitment)
6. You run out of homemade stock

Yes, it all adds up to a more harried and busier fall than usual.  I think I've said before that "busy" for us is pretty much status quo, but this fall has been crazy.  Partly it's because I'm teaching four classes, and partly it's because we kind of just hit the ground running, even harder than usual, in late August/early September.  It's basically all we can do to keep up with things.  Finding pleasure in our handmades or even in an afternoon of stock-making has been challenging.

Frankly, not much is going to change next semester.  While I'm only teaching three classes, I'll only have about seven or eight students less, but the contact hours will be lower.  But I'm a big believer in the adage "Forewarned is forearmed," so I'm working on some scheduling and planning.

For example, I've chosen the projects I'm going to work on in the next couple of months.  After the sweater-for-a-certain-someone is finished, I'm going to knit the Sophia Loren sweater using the LettLopi the ladyfriend brought back for me from Iceland (be still, my beating heart!).  Coincidentally, another woman in Hamilton did this sweater in the LettLopi as well.  It's a sign!

I've also planned out two sewing projects.  For my birthday last year, the ladyfriend's mom bought me this pattern and money for fabric.

Wish they'd just style the models in a contemporary way; why make it seem costumey?

This is the fabric I've ordered for it (see yesterday's comment about fabric made in Italy):

I am also planning on making another Alabama Chanin dress with fabric I got for Christmas a few years ago (red!).  I'm actually going to be modifying their t-shirt pattern into a dress.  I'm really excited to do some serious hand-sewing (for myself).

I think part of being "forewarned" is just understanding what's going on.  I'm looking forward to returning to yoga, and this semester has demonstrated that I can, indeed, keep up with the marking (no more papers "curing" for a week at home before I read them - hah!).  I can cut myself some slack while taking advantage of whatever time becomes available.

And in case you're concerned, there are chicken bones in the fridge ready to be made into stock.