|Naramata, British Columbia, August 2010.|
Remember when we road-tripped all the way to British Columbia to do an Ironman? Twice? Yeah, I barely do, but I've got the medal to prove it, right here in my desk drawer. I've also got the heartbreakingly beautiful blog post to prove it (Naramata Linen Pants), and, I also have the floral linen pants that I bought at Shades of Linen, in Naramata. Every year when I drag out my *summer wardrobe bins* my beloved linen pants get their due attention. This year it got hot so fast (gee, I wonder why), I found myself wearing the floral print in late March. Go figure. And so, now that I'm practically fifty years old, I'm ready to revamp some of my looks, and, what better way to dress my fifty-year old self than with long flowy pants that aren't too hot, or made of stretchy synthetic stuff.
Britex. With a broad selection of high quality linen I knew I was in business. One thing about being practically over fifty, when a woman finds a pattern she loves, she's ready to wear the same thing every day. I vowed to start with one pair of pants, but promise that if these bad boys work, I'll have every color and print available in no time. I landed on this chartreuse (honeydew) fabric and estimated how much fabric I would need. Backtrack: before I ordered fabric, I cut a pattern based upon the floral Naramata pants. It's something I can do, given the pattern is simple enough. Throw me a tailored design and I need a load of professional (published pattern) advice and support.
Heywood Wakefield Dining room table (thanks, Mom--and I got plastic to cover the whole thing). Yeah, I know, I roll like that.
|Singer: 197_? Elna 1992. Tried and true: domestic machinery. Lost arts.|
|Don't blame me (said the cat, every day).|
|That's a decent day's work.|
|When they say, *pull on your big girl pants* what do they mean?|
|Is this what they mean when they say...|
|Don't just sit there, do something!|