I am thrilled to have a sewing project in the newest issue of BUST magazine. It's the music issue—June/July 2010.
I show you how to make undies and a cami from an old t-shirt. In this case, I used a concert T-shirt I had from about 1998 or so. Maybe earlier. I never wear these t-shirts, but can't throw them out—so why not make something from them?
This is a great issue. I wrote down a ton of music, books, and films I need to research. Among the short book reviews, there is a review of this new book, Nomad: From Islam to America: A Personal Journey Through the Clash of Civilizations which I really would like to read especially after hearing a fascinating interview with the author on NPR.
And completely unrelated:
- I had a lovely birthday! I got my orange cake, courtesy of Grammie and the Dessert Tray, a local bakery here in town that makes a Creamsicle Cake. It was so wonderful in that old-school bakery way. I had it with both chocolate ice cream and raspberry sorbet. I had a piece of my favorite cake made by Papa Haydns, the Cassatta. It's also got a bit of orange in it and they have been making it for years and it's pretty much the perfect dessert in my book. There are much newer, trendier places here in town to get nice desserts, but when I need a sure thing, I always come back to my old-stand by—and it's just perfect.
Revisiting older blog topics that were unresolved:
- I did get rain boots. I bought these Kamiks and I love them so much.
- I did get slippers. These here, and they are the exact pair I had worn out. I'm not sure why I didn't replace them just to start with. I think it was because I get a mental block when I can't just order from Zappos? Not sure. But I love them and will never stray again. Except I am going to sew a new pair of little ballet style slippers (from my own pattern, ahem.) as another option. I love my Haflingers, but they are very cozy-hobbit, and sometimes I just need to have a more vintage-retro option. Especially if I am donning my vintage kimono or something equally fabulous and impractical.