Hello, Friends

I’ve gotten very bad about posting lately. For starters, my computer is going through some sort of depression. Then school and sewing are keeping me busy. I got the new power cord for my machine two weeks ago and have kept the house humming as much as I possibly can. The hum of a sewing machine is such music!

To reassure you all that I am indeed making progress, here is a list of my completed summer projects.

• · Tube top for me (fun-n-funky made from cotton handkerchiefs)
• · A cotton asymmetrical skirt for me
• · A sleeveless cotton blouse for me (refashioned from a man’s button down)
• · An artwear skirt for each of the girls (refashioned from stretch pants and embellished)
• · A shrug for my oldest daughter (refashioned from her favorite hoody that was badly stained)
• · A tank-top for me (refashioned from a poly/satin drawstring skirt)
• · Two artwear t-shirts for a friend and two for my stb etsy store
• · Two artwear hats for my stb etsy store
• · A artwear jacket for my stb etsy store
  
  This isn’t counting all the UFO’s laying around my house in various stages, so I’m not doing too badly. I hope you all are having a productive summer as well!

Celebrate!

After 6 long months, my dear sewing machine is home! I have missed her so much! Yes, my old Bernina plugged along for me a few times, but that old girl is ready for a break and some TLC. Now that my girl is home and ready to go, I have a list of projects a mile long. I need to buy her a new power cord, then I am sewing me some summer clothes before I start getting the girls' wardrobe ready for fall.

Romantic Poet like Mick Jagger?

John Lithgow thinks so. In his brilliant poetry complitaion, The Poet's Corner, John Lithgow gives this facinating and insightful look at the man behind some of the most beautiful love poems ever witten: Lord Byron.

"Byron was an aristocrat by title but a scalawag by reputation...I imagine Byron as the Mick Jagger of his time. Famous the world over, he left a swath of passion and creativity and scandalous relationships in his wake. One of his paramours, Lady Caroline Lamb, notably described him as 'mad, bad' and dangerous to know'...Byron was a poet who lived his life unapologetically with the pedal to the medal-the English tabloids would have loved him."