Spools of Thread

The last big sewing project I had was about three years ago. A friend of mine was getting married & instead of giving my money to David's Bridal I decided I'd scour the internet for a used one.

Four dresses later, with a week until the wedding, I was in a rough place. 

One was too long, one too short. One too big, and one made me look like a pregnant horse.

So I got out the seam ripper & my moms 1970's avocado green Singer & got to work. I kid you not, an hour before the ceremony I just had it finished.


It ended up turning out great, strapless tea length fit & flare. And just like shopping vintage, no one else in the party had my dress! 

This weekend I had the misfortune of attending the creepiest estate sale ever. It felt strange just driving up to it, but thinking I was just being a baby, I went in. 

No one around, except for a guy throwing mattresses into a red pick up who said he wasn't running the sale & didn't know whoever was went. Inside Stank of Awful & mattress man decided he should ignore the rules of personal space.

And the only "vintage clothing" found were four stained pleather biker jackets. 

So tell me, aside from buttons & hem repairs,
have you ever made an outfit or dress? 
& while we're on the subject, 
creepiest buying/yard/estate sale experience you've had?

A Little Check In

I'm going to start this post with two disclaimers...I can't handle my Tequila. And sometimes, I forget that. The other one, never.

There's a story floating around from six years ago that no single member of my family will let me forget. Something about me announcing to the party that we were leaving because I have a very important meeting in the morning...with the King of the Lawn Gnomes who gets pissed easily & starts throwing logs...because the fate of all woodland creatures everywhere was up to me & my drunken mind. 

So when my aunt asked me if I could help her sell some of her stuff, I said yes willingly (sober, btw). After a margarita I had told her I'd help her neighbor sell stuff. By the end of the night I had wormed my way into countless yard sales, renting a van & being completely overwhelmed in someone else's basement for the past 3 weeks.

So that's where I've been. & have a thousand things for my own shop that I need to do.

Maybe this will be a lesson in saying "no"?

In other news, as I was flipping through the pictures on my phone, I found this gem.

I squinted at it for a good minute, but not before yelling out "Holy Moses, when did I see a brick of cocaine...and why does it look so pretty...?!" 

Thinking back along the weekend and wondering if I really could've met someone in my travels and coming up squeaky clean, I brought it to Mr. Acorns. 

Who laughed hysterically.

"Babe, that's a pair of shoes. You bet me I couldn't tie a nice looking bow, so I did, there's your proof. 

& Don't forget you owe me ten bucks!"