As I locked the dead bolt this morning before heading off to work, something in the flowerbed caught my eye. I looked over, and there he/she was. A snake, a ribbon snake says Google. Maybe 14 inches and he was looking right at me. I was looking right at him and I only broke our eye contact to get a picture of him and he used that opportunity to try to slither away. The porch and the concrete garden borders confused him as he bounced around for a few seconds and I was able to get a shot.
After drinking all night at a comedy and burlesque show where Screaming Names played until almost 3am, we woke up late and had a heavy lunch to help absorb the alcohol. We went to The Dog of Nashville where I had the special, an around the world dog. A Wisconsin beer brat with sauerkraut and spicy mustard, a light german beer that I can’t remember the name of and we shared chili cheese fries. Dinner was going to have to consist of something with some actual ingredients.
Even though I don’t like it (at all) I have been lightly watching the show Nashville. I live in Nashville (the city not the show) and I thought that I wanted to see how they were portraying our little city. I mainly just leave the show on while I am sewing or doing something that takes up part of my attention. I do not intend to watch past the first season, if there is one.
All that being said, I came home from work yesterday to find this notice on my mailbox.
I had these two pieces that I wanted to keep and reuse. I tucked them away together in hopes of inspiration coming to me at some point. I have had a week pretty void of creative impulses. I tried to make a piece of art on Wednesday and I ended up throwing it away. So it goes.
Today I remembered these pieces.
I’d worn the shirt before, but I’m not a big fan of long sleeves, and I’ve never worn the skirt. I decided to take the sleeves off of the shirt and then cut 9 inches off of the skirt. I like to wear my skirts high-waisted and short.
I visualized it in my head and went to work.
I found this lovely polka dot dress at the Goodwill last week.
I paid $8 for it, all the dresses at my local Goodwill are at least that much. I complain a little, but it’s much less expensive than a large retail store. I am frugal yes, but the main reason that I continue to purchase my clothes second-hand is because I love individuality.
I tried to wear this dress last Saturday and it looked awful on me. It was that length that is way too long to be short, but too short to be long. I felt frumpy, none of my shoes looked good with it and it seemed a little plain. I changed into one of my trusty black skirts and put it in the back of my mind to float around.
It’s may be 35° here in Nashville, but Spring has officially started! I was feeling a little bummed and looking at the weather forecast when I decided to make a new skirt, it’s got to get warm eventually. I had eyed this scrap material that Kate gave me for a while and I finally jumped on it. Kate has opened a vintage Etsy shop and you can visit her at Drunk Off Love.
This is my old belt.
Cute yes, but I think it’s a little pirate-like for me. The sparkly shirt behind it was my inspiration. I wear a lot of black and I wanted something to help break it up, like a big shiny bow!
My last table of the day Wednesday was a guy and a girl, about my age, that appeared to be on one of their first few dates. He was southern and well-mannered. She was beautiful and mysterious looking. Long dark-blonde wavy hair, little to no makeup and a throaty voice. We chatted about local beers and other bars around the city. When they left I found her gloves in the seat. I scanned the parking lot but they were gone. I put her gloves aside so she could reclaim them one day, but not before I admired the shabby finger-less cut she had given them. They were cute, with a little brown button on each one.
So I ripped them off. I started with my white gloves that I always wear.
I cut an inch off of each one of the fingers, then I used a lighter to burn the edges. It keeps them from fraying and I think it looks edgier than it would if I just hemmed them.
My craft partner in crime Kate gave me this sick vintage apron.
It was literally coming apart at the seams. It had no pockets, and it was at least eight inches too long for me. Did I mention that the straps on top were held on with safety pins? The apron itself was amazing though, and the extra material would be enough to make pockets!
I whipped up this little cutie yesterday.
My inspiration came from the warmer weather and thoughts of wearing an apron over shorts. It always looks like I don’t have on shorts because the apron is longer. So why not make it cute?
I am a 27 year old lady that just likes to create. Anything. Residing in Nashville TN and workin' as a waitress. Dreaming about being a writer, seamstress, artist, food truck owner and drummer.
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