It's Perfect.

Time Flies When You're a Seasonal Californian

I can't believe we've been out here for this long already. We're leaving in two weeks, that's ridiculous.

It's okay, though. I miss the East Coast. And being on my own. And the metro. And beer.
(Don't judge me.)


And I miss my friends.

I'm surprisingly not lamenting the impending drive back. The road trip was fun, aside from the never-ending wasteland of scenic Nebraska. And the promise of a new David Sedaris audiobook makes the drive all the more enticing.

I have enjoyed my time here. Living in my grandparents house is sort of like living in another time, amidst old things and pictures and stories.
I'm feeling nostalgic for things I wasn't even alive to experience.
But I'm sure if I was alive in that time, my mad domestic skills would have been impressive.

P.S.

My exhibition is closing for the summer.

So if you're in Buffalo, like now, go check it out.

It's been over a hundred degrees the past couple days this week, but I still managed to conceive and execute a quilted winter coat. I know.

But it's so pretty.




more.

Some thing I'm working on...

Embroidered hand-dyed denim skirt. Undecided, but too much effort has gone into it give up now.


I've been given the incredible opportunity to raid a 60 year old stash of vintage patterns and notions.

I want to sew with all of my time.
Screw the day job.

Living in a Cloud of Smoke

I've recently given in to hedonism.
Work sucks. Life in a cubicle is stifling. Even time spent outside the ceiling-less room is sort of eaten up by those creativity-squelching forces.
So, to the beach I go.

Pictures in an Exhibition

My first for-reals exhibition!