look at me and say "Man, she's busy"
Bees pity my lack of rest!
Next dress has already begun.
It's another denim. But this time I am going to take notice of the fact that denim is too heavy for a 3 tiered skirt...
the skirt was also cut on a curve to make it fuller.
is that I am finding all sorts of stuff that was supposed to go onto my etsy shop, but instead collected dust on shelves...
Well, it's good to start taking care of that.
I have a LOT of interesting odds and ends, most of which are in terrific shape.
I also sort of reaffirmed my own desire to stick mostly to the sewing/machine side of things.
Meaning I don't really want to dabble in collectibles, unless it's stuff I actually want for myself!
you should know about me:
In general I loathe clothing with pockets.
I have a few dresses I made with pockets, but those were for specific purposes(doing home improvements)
I prefer that even my aprons be sans pocket.
How do I carry multiple items?
Planning and patience.
There's no mystical/religious reason for it, it's just a matter of style.
The new dress:
The floral is the main color, the stripey for the lining and the orange for the waistband.
It's a pretty different color scheme from my norm.
If you've ever driven west across the Ross Island Bridge, coming off Barbur and heading to Powell...
you've probably seen him.
He's there most days.
And he's sort of hard to miss.
Unlike most people panhandling, who stand with dour faces and a sign, this man takes an interest in the drivers from whom he's soliciting donations.
You see, it's a stupid intersection, it's impossible to have a clear view of oncoming traffic unless you turn your car to a ridiculous angle.
Or you listen to the man.
I don't know his name, much to my chargrin I have never asked.
He's got long hair he ties back in a ponytail, and a full beard. If I had to guess, I'd say he's in his early 60s, but I am not a good judge of time in general...
I always try to have something in the glove compartment of my truck if I'm going that route, in case he's there to wave me on when the road is clear.
And he's always got a smile and a nice word, even those times where I didn't hold up my end of the bargain.
There's something noble about him, and something sad too.
Each time I see him, I think "This could be my uncle, or my father in law. How can I drive past and pretend I don't have way more than I need?"