"What about the promise?" you ask.
"Umm...what promise?" I reply, unable to meet your gaze.
"The promise to blog regularly, you wanker," you respond.
I reply with a stammer, a stutter and finally, a sigh.
Would it help if I told you that I had been stuck in action movie land? What if I told you that I had spent a month witnessing stuntmen fall off twenty foot high balconies onto coffee tables while covered in fake blood and all manner of prosthetic goriness? Perhaps it would make it all okay if I mentioned that it is my grand plan to purchase either a fancy schmancy Blackberry 3G thingamajig or an iPhone so I can blog while at work and so I shall never be able to use the "stuck on set" excuse again. (If anyone would like to voice their preference between the two phones, I would sure be happy to hear about them as I'm undecided at this point. All I know is that my three-year-old Treo morphed into a dinosaur when I wasn't looking.)
On another note, I've joined Wardrobe Refashion again. Yes, yes, it's because I was so darned successful the last time (your sarcasm has been noted.) I'll keep you posted on my stellar refashioning successes.
I have managed to begin listing some of my many, many, many vintage patterns. Meester Raven will be very happy to see them fly off as they seem to multiply like rabbits around these parts. How many vintage patterns does one girl need? Have I mentioned that my collection ranges from bust sizes 30-42? Yup. I've come to the conclusion that although pattern grading is something I can do, it seems to be something I don't do. Off to Etsy you clutter causing beasties!
On that note (the vintage pattern one,) I will leave you with this one (yes...the completely unrelated, local wine one.) It's quite nice, really, especially once it's had the chance to breathe. Very dry, somewhat fruity and slightly smokey. Yum.
xo
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