words can't bring me down

Sure it's cheesey, but haven't you ever heard this on the radio and totally belted it out?

Can we talk about

My love for our first lady's sense of style?

One of my favorite blogs Tlo always profiles her styles choices.

I love how she always modernizes the traditional first lady pearls and suits. She always looks so sleek and modern.

I appreciate that...

"We want to make you as beautiful as possible but still keeping you alive" -- David's Bridal alterations lady in a thick French Accent on how fitted the bodice of my dress should be

yeah...

No, no. It's not racial profiling. It's just targeting people based on their clothes, grooming habits, appearances and accents....

So I was debating joining the throngs of Philly people heading to the shore today, when my mom convinced me to join her and my dad for a day at the Kutztown Folk Festival. When I hear Folk Festival I think dirty hippies (which is totally cool!) but this was more PA dutch. It was a good time, despite the absolutely sweltering weather (high 90s with very little shade).

Old fashioned merry go round (pulled by that horse).

Oogling Amish quilts. Isaac announced loudly that quilting was "a good thing for old ladies to do". Several old ladies turned around and chuckled. One of my favorites.

All of the food was PA Dutch type. Seriously, gross.

Eis Kalt Lemon Drinka

Picking up some new profanity.

Bubble machine/organ.

Isaac rode around through the dust in one of those little tin can cars.

This was fun.

I felt so bad for this sheep but it just sat there. As the man explained, when you take it's legs out from under it, it has no power...

Hex signs.

I love Ben Lee

"Begin" I'm walking down Broadway Each footstep is a new love letter I'm trying to make eye contact With each and every stranger that I pass I'm thinking about the city It's living proof people need to be together I'm thinking about how I just wanna open up And give and give and give And its ok for you to care Cos I can feel you in the air And while you wonder How's this gonna end I only wanted to begin I'm thinking about desire I've had to learn how to sin successfully I'm thinking about bliss And bliss is all dressed up and there's no one to dance with Remembering her smile And the nuclear bomb and the reasons I loved her I'm walking through central park I'm in a foreign country and I'm waiting for a sign And its ok for you to care Cos I'm not going anywhere And while you wonder If you should let me in I only wanted to begin I'm still singing Twisting new melodies, breaking arrangements I'm thinking about my heart I guess youve heard, sometimes its heavy But I just keep moving When I hit a wall I look up at the sky I'm thinking about my maker And despite all this I know she wont give up on me And its ok for you to care Cos I can taste you everywhere And while its true all straight things must bend I only wanted to begin

Not quite as good live. But I can't find the album version anywhere...

Dress make over.

So I have been cleaning out me and Isaac's closets as I do periodically. I got stumped when I got to this black and white dress. It's very cute, especially with this little short sleeved black cardigan. It fits me pretty well. But I don't think it is particularly flattering. I am short and chubby and anyhing that hits me lower than the bottom of my knee caps makes me look like a tree stump. The dress was about to be tossed into the "give away" pile when I decided to see if I could salvage it.

Here is the before picture (please excuse my workout clothes which I was in too big a rush to change out of). Also, I had to rope Isaac into snapping the pics for me, so excuse the wiggly photography. I think you get the idea though. Tea length hem = not doing much for me. However, Regina Spektor pounding in my ears is always a good thing.

I figured out about where I wanted the skirt to hit me and marked it with a marker. Then I attempted to pin everything below that point up. I ran into some trouble here, because the skirt is flarey, not straight (like a pencil skirt) and there was too much at the bottom when I went to pin it up. Also, I noticed the skirt material had some stretch to it and wasn't sure if I should stretch the fabric as I was sewing or let it fall flat.

So I called up my childhood best friend and seamstress extraordinaire Kathleen. She gave me a lot of advice and also offered to come over this weekend to walk me through it.

Let the record state that I ignored nearly all of her advice and forged on myself to do the project here and now when I was on a roll with it.

And, I think it turned out okay.

Not as flawless as if she would have done it, of course

But it is definitely acceptable.

At any rate. Here's how a non-sewer like me managed to finish this project. I took a ruler and using my original marks measured more marks all around the skirt that were 5.5 inches from the bottom like the mark I made. I just drew them right on with permanent marker. I'm sure you are supposed to use, like, chalk or some kind of sewing crayon. Then I just took my fabric shears and connected all the lines. It wasn't too hard because the flowers sort of formed little rows and I just had to cut across the top of one row.

Then I decided to hem it on the sewing machine. (Note: Kathleen recommended handsewing first.) I just flipped it over so the raw edge was lined up with the left side of the presser foot and the right side was lined up with the folded edge threw a few pins on and got started. I really did line it up better than the picture shows. It's hard to juggle everything plus the camera.

After I sewed the whole way around I tried it on again and I think it is much cuter now that I've lost 5.5 inches from the bottom. Don't you agree?

Don't worry, when I wear the dress for real I will actually

a)zip it up

b) brush my hair

Despite doing things the cheater's way, I'm chalking this one up as a success!