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.
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 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.
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 recently came into a little pile of assorted studs.
Kate brought them over last Saturday for our craft brunch and I have been trying to decide what to do with them since. I put my old jean jacket on Bridgette so I could decide where the studs should go.
It’s Wednesday, halfway there! I took next Monday off to go see the Old 97’s on their anniversary tour. So that means three-day weekend! I am ready for a night out of town! I’ll only be traveling a couple of hours but it quells my travel urges until I can get a little further. Yesterday evening I made a new apron for work, it was way over due. Luckily I work at a place that allows me the freedom to wear whatever I want. It’s very laid back, and most of the other employees wear regular aprons that tie around the waist. I was tired of getting food on my clothes though, and I hated wearing clothes that I didn’t care getting food on. I feel how I dress, and vice versa. It’s very influential to my mood. My solution is a full coverage apron. The first one I bought as a plain white apron, then dyed and crafted it. This one I made from scratch. I started with a trouser leg.
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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