Sts. Cosmas & Damian
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What I’m Working On This Week
Remember how last year I was all, “I need a new coat! Let’s go fabric shopping!” Then I saw the design above, fleece fabric went on sale at Fabric Mart, and suddenly I was the proud owner of lots of fleece and a new pattern. A weekend or so later I cut out lots of patterns at once, hoping to shove them through in the manner of a high-efficiency sewer or similar. (I know. You can stop laughing now.) The pieces were folded on one of my dining room chairs for a while, then tied into a bundle and shoved into a corner of the sewing room. After a while the bundle got taken upstairs to my bedroom (I think I thought I would work on it while I was sick), and tossed from place to place whenever it was getting in the way. Every once in a while a sleeve or coat front would try to make its escape, and I would shove it ruthlessly back into the bundle. And that’s how it stayed for quite a while.
However, cold weather can be quite motivating. Last week I untied the bundle for the first time in a year, and looked over the directions. That was when I realized how truly criminally easy this would be to put together. Sunday evening I sat down with my sewing machine, sewed the thing up, and tried it on. Lo and behold, it is really excessively cute. I should have taken a picture (because you need more badly lit pictures of me in my dining room). It still needs pockets, a little seam finishing, and a way to keep it closed (I’m thinking a couple of really big snaps), and then I will have a new light winter coat. Hurrah!
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Something Useful: Confidence Builder
Turns out that if you pose as if you are super confident, you will feel more confident. Which is pretty cool.
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I Am My Own Boswell
The other day, I saw this really cute vintage kitchen print titled The Breakfast Autocrat, which led me to looking up the essay by Oliver Wendell Holmes that it’s referencing. The subtitle of the piece is “Every Man His Own Boswell,” and Holmes quotes himself as saying, “It is a capital plan to carry a tablet with you, and, when you find yourself felicitous, take notes of your own conversation.” I kinda love that. It makes me want to start another blog called I Am My Own Boswell, or maybe just My Own Boswell. Maybe one day….
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52 Foods posted a list 15 Hors D’oeuvres For Fall, and now I’m thinking about how fun it would be to throw a Dinner Party again. The Crispy Spice Brined Pecans look especially good. (Also brining nuts? Who knew!) So do the Chevre Devils, though God knows I’m a sucker for anything with goat cheese. I might have to dust off the good china and start writing a guest list.
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I’m Too Pretty To Work Today
So the other day I was chatting with a friend, and we agreed that the weather was way too gorgeous outside to be inside working. We decided that there should be an official It’s Too Pretty Outside To Work Day, a discretionary holiday where you could call in one day a year, no questions asked. Justification would be a print out of the weather report.
Then we decided that the companion holiday should be the I’m Too Pretty To Work Day, for those really, really good hair days when you know your gorgeousness would be wasted at the office. It would also be a discretionary holiday, maybe only one every two years. The only requirement would be that you have to come in and take a new badge picture that day. So if your hair really wasn’t all that good, you just have to live with the consequences.
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One of my favorite books in the world is Bellwether by Connie Willis. If you haven’t read it, you should. Just this last week I found myself describing it to a friend like this:
It’s like this cross between sci-fi that’s actually about science and mad cap screwball comedy, with a shot of romance. It’s all about trends and chaos theory and how fashions get started and how to survive acronym ridden corporate culture. It also features the worst administrative assistant in the world named Flip.
This is why I was super excited when I saw that Happy Catholic had reviewed it. Go read the review, and then go read the book. You won’t be sorry!
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What, My Eyes Are Sweating
Now that’s a good dad.
Today I am praying for Yana Bukar.
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