a broken rib is a wonderful thing
After a rather nasty tumble down a flight of steep steps, a couple of fractured ribs and some dramatic bruises the eight-year-old me would have killed for, I find myself surprisingly happy.
I’m hurt enough to warrant not working, but not hurt so badly that I can’t enjoy it. It’s amazing how much I’ve gotten done, between planning my next loaf of bread from my new favorite food blogger over at Frugal Feeding to catching up on my newest le Carré acquisition to allowing myself a luxurious hour on Pinterest. It was here I found a beautiful skirt tutorial that just might be within this novice’s grasp.
From the talented woman behind the blog MADE, this skirt seems to be the essence of simplicity, without looking too homemade. And after a highly unsuccessful thrift store hunt for some new fall skirts, I think I am just crazy (desperate) enough to attempt it on my own.
And in that strange state of internet empowerment that descends after too long on Pinterest, I began to delve into the mysterious world of online fabric shopping. Honestly, who knew there were so many kinds of material? Shirting and Rayon and charmeuse and some woman named Amy Butler who is bloody everywhere.
Still, I managed to sift through the legions of designers and weaves and weights and biases and find three fabrics that look as though they will work for the project.
Before I can order them, I need to measure myself and figure out yardage and elastic and drag out my old sewing machine and make sure she’s in decent working order. But since taking measurements does involve moving out of my current comfortable position, I think I’ll take a break to watch Inception and have a cup of tea.
Resting and recuperating, you know. Dreadful business, but someone’s got to take it on.