was even more amazing than last week. As I’m sure you all know (because I know each and every one of you are avid followers of my blog), I spent last weekend on vacay. My destination was only spectacular in its sentimentality – home, Ft. Lauderdale, Florida.
Although I promised to take pictures, I didn’t, and that’s because I unplugged for the weekend. No iPad, no camera, no Facebook, no computer (except a couple emails here and there), and limited phone and text messaging. Instead of trying to capture the moment, I lived it, right then and there. Because I don’t have pictures to illustrate my weekend, I’ll illustrate it with words. From Friday to Monday, I ate panini’s loaded with mayonnaise, sarfed down scallops drenched in butter, ran for the first time in a long time, spent an afternoon at a bar just chattin’ and hangin’ out (I don’t drink), watched Working Girl twice (talk about poofy hair!), and mulled over what to do with my next project.
Ahhh… what to do with my project? What to do… what to do… After researching the proper construction of tweed, I realized that the fabric requires lots of extra care. Lots. Loads actually. I knew this about tweed but for some reason I didn’t apply it to this project and I blame it on the type of project – a simple blouse and short. Because the project isn’t a “jacket,” I didn’t think of stabilization other than the standard type/amount of stabilization that goes into any project. Oops. Out of all the projects that I have created, I’m most excited about this one. One because it’s a very wearable outfit, albeit quirky. Two, because it’s a modern update to Chanel – I’m using Chanel techniques and fabrics but in a modern silhouette. And three, because I hope to offer this pattern to all of you in the near future. So I’m going to do it all – I’m going to take all the extra steps and do it right. This means I’m going to quilt interlining to the wrong side of the fabric (by hand first – just to keep it in place – and then by machine) as well as all the other little details that goes into a tailored, Chanel-esque type of garment. I don’t care if I finish Christmas. At least I’ll have a killer outfit when Santa comes :