Happy 34th birthday to me! Now that 34 sounds even older than 33 (it’s almost into the next age bracket of 35-55 on surveys!), I’ll get to enjoy even more conversations like this one at the fabric store cutting counter last week:
Me: 1 yard of these two, and half a yard of the batiks, please.
50-something Clerk: Ok. What are you working on?
Me: A project with my quilt guild.
Clerk: [pause] So you’re learning to quilt, huh?
Me: Well, not really, I’ve been doing it about 8 years. I do consider myself a beginner, though, definitely not an expert or anything.
Clerk: You must have been really small when you started then!
Me: I was in my mid-twenties.
Clerk: Oh! I thought you were still in your teens!
My new response when somebody tells me that I look 15, or they thought I was 23, or there’s no way I’m 34 haha stop lying now tell us your real age for real this time, is going to be silence. Nothing. I’m not agreeing with them (“Haha I know”) or apologizing (“Yeah, I’m sorry, everybody says that”) or pretending like they’re the first person to say it (“what?? that’s weird, everybody always thinks I’m older than my age”) or responding as though it’s a compliment, which can go on awhile (“thank you, that’s so kind of you to say!” “You really do though!” “How nice, thank you!” “No, I’m not trying to be nice, I really thought you were in college” “Aw, thank you, I’m flattered!” “I’m not trying to flatter you, I’m just saying the truth, you look really young” “You’re too sweet, thank you!”).
Instead, it will be nothing.
“Oh my god no way I thought you were 20!”
Happy birthday to me!
What I Wore to Work Today: Friday, October 23, 2015
Blouse: Ann Taylor
Pants: Banana Republic
Shoes: Payless, new
I decided to add mulch to the old not-actually-flower beds in front of my house that were now mostly dirt, old bark, weeds, and a sprinkling of cat poop. I walked into the closest big box store nursery section and asked the stocker to point me to the mulch section.
“It’s back in that corner. Or I have a few bags up here on clearance for a dollar-fifty,” he said.
“Sold!” I replied. There were three bags of red mulch sitting on a cart, exactly the number I needed in a red color that was just fine, marked down because of holes in the bag. A few minutes later and my house looked much nicer.
My dog is a sloppy drinker. She splashes water and doesn’t have the excuse of prodigious jowls or floofy ears getting in the way or youthful enthusiasm that cannot be restrained. She’s just messy.
More than a year after getting the little weasel I finally made a doggie dinner station placement using a piece of this home dec fabric roll I got at Goodwill. I also moved it to a dedicated spot in the dining room so it’s not directly next to the garbage and recycle anymore. Same floor, just different lighting for a different appearance.
Doggie Dinner is the magic phrase and soon she’ll probably learn “supper” too, which is what I say when I want to talk about dinner without drawing her attention.
When I was a small child I would play dress-up with my mom’s vintage fancy dresses, swallowed by what seemed like yards of material. Sometime around middle school I stopped playing dress-up in the same way. Years went by and one day I opened the box of old, creased dresses to find that instead of them being much too big I suddenly couldn’t even fit into some of them.
In my mid-twenties my mom shipped half a dozen boxes to me, stuff that had been left behind when I moved out after college. She felt confident that I wasn’t returning to the nest and instead of tossing my boxes into the garbage she sent them to me halfway across the country, which was generous.(Thanks Mom!) One of the boxes was full of her old dresses, now mine.
I moved into a house this summer after 5+ years in an apartment. While packing the dresses for the move I eyeballed one, estimated that I might have a chance at zipping it up, and tried it on. Success! Somewhat constricted breathing in the very tight bodice, still success?
I wore it to a Hummingbird Society gala in Sedona, AZ when I knew it would be for just a couple hours. My mom designed and sewed this dress herself when she was in college in 1966.
What I Wore to Work Today: July 2, 2015
Jacket and blouse: Xi Clothing, new
Skirt: Ann Taylor
I keep this blazer at work as an option when I get a little chilly. I love when it’s cold — too cold is so much better than too hot! This issue picked up steam (ha!) over the summer when various thinkpieces garnered attention (Washington Post, New York Times). I’m firmly in the Let’s Make It Cold camp. If I were too cold, I’d have only myself to blame with these skirts and bare legs and sleeveless tops.
This is the 2nd top I made at the spring 2014 quilt retreat. The block is Farmer’s Daughter, which is similar to Butterfly at the Crossroads. As usual, I learned this traditional block from The Quilter’s Recipe Book by Celia Eddy.
What I Wore to Work Today: July 1, 2015
Blazer: Ann Taylor, new
Hey look I was still wearing clothes to work in July! This was back before I started wearing basically the same thing to work every day when I had a lot going on at the office and travel every weekend and moving preparations and assorted things that drained my interest in thinking about my daily clothes.
What I Wore to Work Today: June 29, 2015
Top, skirt: Ann Taylor
Look at those beautiful green basil plants, early in the summer before they died. Those were the days.
I came across these quilt pictures while updating my photo folders. I don’t remember anything about this quilt and I hadn’t renamed the pictures yet to provide clues. Maybe it was for a friend in Minnesota, baby #3? The pictures were taken November 2013, does this theory work with that timeline? Have I made quilts for all of their children? If that’s the case I better get cracking on the quilt for baby #4 due this fall.