12 October 2007

Vancouver Crafting

My sister and I took advantage of the rainy Vancouver skies last weekend and paid a visit to the famous Dressew. This amazing sewing store is two floors chock full of every bell and whistle one would ever need to create the ultimate sewing project. Walls of fabric. Aisles of zippers. Piles of buttons. And all at wicked cheap prices. Even for Canada! You can check out the cool project I made for Kevin's birthday this spring. All the supplies came from Dressew. Every little grommet.

On this particular mission, I was focused on pouches. For those of you who keep up with my sister's blog, you may remember the cute bear pouch she made last month. On that rainy Saturday, we were going to have a pouch-making lesson. With supplies in hand, we made our way back to the apartment and spent the day cutting and sewing and eating samosas. The guys read and baked cookies and played with the bunny.

Here's the final product. I added a little flurish of my own: hand-carved bird stencil. The bird is complemented by the bright red lining. It still needs a strap or something for the zipper, but I think it's quite sharp looking.

11 October 2007

Mystery of the Phantom Ponytail

It's really no mystery at all: I cut it off! After years of hemming and hawing, I finally took the plunge. (Spencer, I know you'll be proud). My hair has not been this short since the seventh grade. I also dyed it purple at that time... I was going through my "alternative" phase. I couldn't find the perfect picture to convey my perfect haircut to my stylist "Jenna" so we decided on something between a Winona Ryder and a Keira Knightly. I'm quite happy with the results and Jenna said I looked "so frickin' cute". I love my stylist.

This photo is post-salon. Of course, the reality is a little more tussled and a lot more poofy. Something between the child star of a 1950's film about a sweet-faced tomboy with a love for horses and a Dickens street urchin. I have no photo verification of this comparison, but you can google "Oliver Twist". At night, I still reach back to remove the elastic that once held my flowing locks, but it is no longer there. Instead I feel the bristle of the short hair at my neck. It will take some getting use to, but I'm liking the new look.