• Mirandomness,  Sewing,  Vintage Style

    Prepping for “Sewbatical 2019”

    Sewbatical 2018 didn’t happen. I might have been dead, I mean I think I had severe bronchitis and was drugged into semi-consciousness. I believe I was hibernating like a bear and not the least bit productive. Unless you count my coughs; they were productive….ew. This spring break will be different; no chest x-rays this year! Instead, my new Bernina and I will be sewing some new skirts, tops, and dresses. The goal: SYS or sew your stash. I am requiring any new projects to come from my stash of fabrics. This means I need to take stock of my past purchases, assess yardage, plan projects, and prewash everything. I’ve been…

  • Mirandomness,  My Best Self

    Taking Risks: Play that Funky Music, White Girl

    Alternately: While my Guitar gently weeps in pain and begs me to stop for the love of God. I really pride myself on doing things well. I like to think that I do most things I set out to do with reasonably proficiency. Then in October, I set out to learn how to play the guitar that has been stashed in my closet for 8 years. It has been a humbling experience to say the least. Every time I think I’m closer to a breakthrough, I’ve cracked the code, I’m getting better, something happens and I feel like I’m a fresh noob all over again. It’s like learning a new…

  • Mirandomness

    Life with a Teenager

    March is the month that my baby girl turns thirteen. I’m not exactly sure which day, because she’s a child of the streets. She was found with her siblings, from whom she was separated at an early age. The first time I saw her widdle face, I fell in love. I adopted her three months later, when she was twelve weeks old. I visited her nearly everyday at the shelter when I got out of work. I would walk over from the restaurant where I was waitressing at the time. She seemed to like me and I adored her. Once I had the okay from the landlord, she came home…