Lord, I am barefoot. Long, sheerish cotton top from…La Tienda de Jardin. I’m telling you guys, $21 goes a long way when you thrift….
Continuing with my haul from La Tienda de Jardin, this heathered light brown tee, paired with a skirt I made from some fabric I bought at another artist’s studio sale.
Sometimes living with a teenager in the summer means that one must storm away from the house and go thrifting at La Tienda de Jardin’s half off sale. I spent $21 on a bunch of stuff, including this most perfect white tee and summery skirt.
The Martian, Andy Weir
I have not seen the movie based on this book, but would like to, and don’t think it’s one of those things where I would feel cheated because the book was better. That isn’t because this wasn’t a good book; it’s because there’s not very much a movie could deviate from as it’s the actual science and technology that the plot—and its believability—hinge upon.
I expected this might be the sort of science fiction I don’t like due to the heavy load of, well, intense science. Instead, I found a very readable book that managed to take would could have been deadly boring and keep the reader interested and engaged throughout. Think of a play, with only two sets, with an assumed passage of time of YEARS, a lot of very technical information, and imagine what could go wrong. Somehow, Weir avoids all pitfalls and delivers entertainment and suspense instead—along with a great sense of humor. 3 Stars
Foreign Affairs, Alison Lurie
Elements of this terrific novel remind me of Good Behaviour, which I read last year. Eminently readable yet also complex in its examination of the life of a woman considered unattractive but highly intelligent. As an American academic doing research in Britain and a firm Anglophile, Vinnie is confronted with a man that embodies everything she believes she dislikes about Americans and yet, he is not as much a flat stereotype as she wants to believe. The subplot involving a junior faculty member also in Britain to do research provides both comic relief and a foil in terms of physical attractiveness—this young man being so handsome that people are suspicious of him. A fascinating look at what happens when people internalize certain expectations and become their own jailers, unable to accept a different future even when it presents itself. 4 Stars.
I’m trying to inspire rain.
My Narcolepsy expression.
First of all, today is my birthday. I’m 48! Pretty soon I’ll have to start tagging “fashionover50″ which is a tad jaw-dropping.
But, given that today is my birthday, I’m glad this dress is what I’m showing you. I made this using Vogue 9253. Here are the details:
First of all, the fabric I used is obviously gorgeous, and not-so-obviously cheap poly. Me being me, I wanted to match the pattern at all seams, and I did, although that was slightly hampered by the fact that there is a weaving flaw where some sections were not as tight as others and therefore matching caused some distortion, which was really irritating.
Secondly, see that plunge? Vogue would like you to be a sloppy stitcher and bind the back neck with bias tape (WAT) and just turn under the front neckline. Now, I don’t know about you, but if I’m wearing a plunge neck and no bra, I want FAR MORE assurance that the girls are going to stay under wraps, know what I mean? So, in order to do that right, you have one of two choices: Draft your own facings, which is what I did, or Use bias tape AS A FACING (this way it will not show, but the fact that it’s bias means it will provide some tension to keep the fabric flat and the girls inside). I am disappointed in Vogue’s sloppy sewing, I go to Simplicity if I want to be outraged by sloppy sewing, thank you very much.
Also, due to that plunge neckline, there is really no need for the zipper, so I eliminated it. Finally, in future versions I would attach the sash at Center Front, not Center Back, as it will sit better. I am not sure why Vogue chose the back, frankly.
Despite poor patterning and cheap fabric, though, it looks *smashing* don’t you think? Photos taken at the Tucson Botanical Garden, which is lovely. And hot.