That hippie chick sh*t

Every Monday we have some clothes on sale for a dollar. I'm trying to not go crazy buying materials, but I can't resist the occasional pattern. And then there's the 99 cent pillow cases!

My last project was this blouse I turned into a little bag.

 

It's hard to see, but I left the row of buttons on it.


And turned the sleeves into little buttoned down handles. (And I put the handles in the right direction!)


I didn't have a pattern--just winged it. Made lots of mistakes, but learned from them all. I even lined it! With other scrap material. Watched back to back episodes of Arrested Development while doing it.


(It's not un-ironed--it's the material that's ruched.)
 

Now I'm working on an owl pillow and an organizer for my car. And thinking up a wallet for Fernando. ...I can't say how at home this sewing and crocheting feels. I don't mean it comes naturally, the way writing does; but the creativity, the freedom to make a design exactly as you want, re-purposing old items... it all feels very Moi. I've always wanted to be that hippie chick who makes her own shit.

____LOVE SONGS OF THE DAYS____

Just noticed I'm short one song. Today here are two Melodramatic Fall Upon the Thorns of Life I Bleed!* songs.

I would go through all this pain
Take a bullet straight through the brain!
Yes I would die for you baby
But you won't do the same


My heart's crippled by the vein that I keep on closing
You cut me open and I keep bleeding, keep keep bleeding love
 

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* My lit buddies and I thought the Romantics were hilarious:

As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need.
Oh! lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!
           - Shelley