Blog #30 In Which Bettie realizes that she has been blogging for a year.

I am sooo lame. I have been doing this blog for a year. Really? I mean, for reals? And I am on blog #30. That's not even 1 per week. But more than 1 per month. You know what would make this more fun? Comments. A purpose. Feeling like I was letting someone down if I didn't blog. I think the only people who read this regularly are my dad and James. Heh. Why does that make me giggle? I dunno

On to projectland!

My pink sweater, yeah. Got it all blocked. (!) Went to Kitchener the top to the bottom and found out why we should pull out our highlighter pens when we start knitting something. We need to mark, on the pattern, which size we are knitting so that all of the frakking pieces match up when we go to assemble said sweater. This blows. Or rocks, depending on how you look at it. Part of the cable on the bottom half of the sweater is a little wonky. I can't figure out what I did, but it just looks off. Now I can fix. 'cause I have to re-knit in anyways.

I am altering wedding gear for a lesbian couple. They are going to look fabulous! The dress-wearer got her gown at J.Crew. Simple design, gorgeous heavy silk crepe, I think it might be 4-ply, and it looks great on her too. And the jacket and pants for the suit wearer are just as lovely. She is wearing creamy satin trousers and a simple creamy colored jacket that is a cotton brocade. They both have super cute short hair. Made me want to cut mine off again. But alas, I have told myself I won't cut it until James and Joe have their official wedding. For which I will be wearing my hair down.

I am also undertaking a rather involved project involving a jacket that the dry cleaners effed up. It is a great jacket, 4-ply silk crepe, Dana Buchman. But there are these weird,very faint watermark looking marks on the back. To me, it looks like the dye from something else somehow got onto it. I don't know enough about dry cleaning to know if this is possible or not. But it sure as hell looks like very faint black dye to me. My task is to see if I can manage to get the stain out. I am very good at this. If it is, indeed dye, maybe not so much. But my other job is to copy the jacket. So that we can make her another. She loves the jacket and was quite sad to have it ruined.

I have also finally come up with a hat pattern for all of the recycled cashmere. I happen to think the hat is adorable. I am going to carry it around with me and make all kinds of random people try it on and pester them to tell me how much they would pay for this hat if they loved it to bits.

I really need to stop cutting junk out and actually sit down and sew some stuff.