Dusty Plums

I felt slightly sadistic today. I was making baked chicken, and the recipe said to dip the chicken pieces in a whisked egg and then in the seasonings bag. So there I stood- smearing EGG all over CHICKEN. It reminded me of that time that I pulled all of the legs off of a daddy-long-legs. That's a true story, and it would've been animal cruelty if, in fact, anyone cared for daddy-long-legs. But they don't, so it's not.

Anyway, since my family is remodeling the kitchen, all of our cupboards and their contents are exploded all over the floors and couches of the surrounding rooms. It's really annoying to cook because you literally have to walk to one side of the house to get a bowl and then to the opposite side to get a fork and then to the middle to get an egg, and then to the laundry room to wash said egg off of your hands. The amount exercise that is involved is ridiculous.

In Soviet Russia, kitchen remodel you!

But by the same token, I now drink my grape juice out of wine glasses, since they're sitting right there in the open. Why would I do such a thing? It makes me feel so sumptuous with a hint of ostentation. Kind of the same feeling I get from wearing a ring on my left ring finger. Sarah came home the other day and she's all, "I thought you didn't like wine" and I was like- I don't, but I like to pretend that I do. I prefer pre-wine before it ferments and gets all disgusting.

I wonder what kind of wine Jesus liked.

Today I started a new project, and I'm doing something with it this time that I've never done before. I'm actually DOCUMENTING MY PROGRESS. So instead of showing you the finished project via an album in Facebook, I get to show you the gradual completion and all the frustration that goes along with it!
It's something Jessica Quirk does that I really like.

And don't worry- I'm not going to bore you with 3 hours of step by step instructions. I don't want to get on my own nerves.

So here is what I did today!

This was my cutting area. Usually, I do it on the dining room table, but as I have afore stated, the kitchen kind of barfed up everything into the dining room, rendering it unsuitable. I love the 1930's pincushion. It's so old-school.
















The project I'm working on is actually supposed to end up looking like this, dress C. There were SO many pleats and darts in the bodice, but I loved the detail and it turned out better than I had expected. Modeling is Darcy, our headless dressmaker's dummy. She's busty, so it's a little tight on her, but that's pretty much what it's supposed to look like.















Darcy and I are best friends:















And that's what I have so far. There shall be much more to come, if remember my camera. This is still new to me, so I'm not quite used to it, but I'm loving it.

Oooh- there was some double meaning in that. You gotta watch out for that kind of thing.

Of all the girls tossing rocks at your window,
T.T.