Meine Lieblings Schwester

I love when silly things happen to those I admire. It brings them back to the level of humanity - that is, humility makes you a bit more human when your pedestal grows too tall. This is the case for my dear friend who I love unconditionally - so much so that I'm sharing her stories with the entire internet.

There are two stories just silly enough that I couldn't keep to myself, 'Not Single,' and 'Rented Fabric.' 


Not Single.


K & D began dating over a year ago and, while neither are really "Facebook" people, one day K realized that D had a 'single' relationship status from way before they became a couple. K, herself, had in the past, opted not to have a relationship status. In a place as public as that, who needs their relationships under scrutiny when some people feel their comments matter more when a keyboard is involved? Still, the 'single' kind of irked her, so she asked D to take it down. He said he would, and for a month she didn't think anything of it. When she saw it again, she asked him why he hadn't changed it.
'It's just Facebook, who cares?" He retorted.
K raised an eyebrow and thought to herself, we'll see about that.
She changed her relationship status to single.
For two days, everyone they knew buzzed about her newly single status.
Naturally, the rumor of their split had begun, and they both received an avalanche of texts and calls from their friends regarding K's newly proclaimed falsity of single-hood, which I'm sure felt more like a punishment to herself than a point made to D. The point was well taken, however, and yesterday, both K & D made their year's long relationship official on Facebook, with many comments and 'LOL's.

Rented Fabric
She worked an entire 8 hours before she realized the jeans she wore that day had a giant hole exposing a generous portion of her butt. This happened the day of the text/call avalanche, perhaps adding to the mystery of her newly single status. 

pattern or write?

I have no patternmaking projects right now. I've asked my team for work, but they don't have much for me. I started a dress last week just for fun but ended up spending Friday writing because an idea hit me.
Should I start on the dress again or finish spewing the literary creativity before I lose that spark again? I wish there was a way I could do both.

Hell

Hell is an endless 

car ride

where the destination

cannot be reached

with a fellow passenger

who

never stops talking. 

ERF 6.10.12

Hell, haiku

Hell is a road trip

With a chit chatty person

Who won't stop talking. 

Erf.  6.28.13

An Apology, a Bit Late

When you broke my best friend's heart at age 16, my mother joked that karma would come for you. "May a tree fall on his head," she'd candidly thrown out there, initially talking about OJ Simpson, but also saying it about you when we brought up your name while we sat in the car cracking up. The next day, in chorus (it was after the spring concert, when chorus class becomes a study hall) Jamie and I sat together in the auditorium drawing pictures of trees falling on people's heads, not because we actually wanted a tree to fall on someone's head, but because the thought of a tree falling and specifically landing where a person stood was such a random thought that we couldn't help being amused by it. I caught wind that somehow a drawing of a tree falling on your head was passed around. That was never my intention. We never intended to make you feel like you were, to the rest of the world, better off dead. It stopped being funny and thirteen years later, I'm even annoyed that we did that in the first place. To joke about something bad happening to someone...why?... because of a broken heart? We shouldn't have taken that joke so lightly. I don't know if that effected you at all or the possible toll it could have taken in addition to many things, I am sure, but now, with your soul at rest, I realized I've blown absolutely every chance I'll ever have to apologize and now that I'm writing to a dead person, I can't apologize enough.
I wish your life had taken a different course, though I know you were likely just partaking in the advantages life can offer someone in your shoes. Things get carried away so easily.
If you never broke Jamie's heart, I'd maybe have known you better. Though, it could be said that if you hadn't, she and I wouldn't have become close again. In a group of "friends" where I didn't realize were so messed up, she was an ally. So thank you for breaking her heart, actually. She recovered just fine, as I'm sure you did, too, from our crude attempts at creating cartoons.
You were funny. A real smart-ass, and I mean that in the absolute highest regard. You could have been a comedian, and if you'd gone that route, no doubt you would be one of the greats.
Could have been...
You were...
You are...
gone.

May your body rest in peace, may your soul go on to greater things.

"People will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel." -Maya Angelou

I'll remember a smart ass with intimidating intelligence.

In the Shadow of the Seam

I'm making a top based on a Balenciaga 2013 Resort Top.  I added Princess Seams and, of course, since we cannot see the back in a picture, I have completely made that up.

Was talking about how I was planning on finishing the cut-outs in the front with the Herve Lerge patternmaker, who is very German. I decribed the type of binding I intended to use and she didn't understand. I'd always been told stitch in the ditch binding. It took us a while but we realized that Germans considered it stitching in the shadow of the seam.

3/16" stitch in the shadow of the seam binding. I love that. How poetic.

Stitch in the Shadow of the Seam.

I'm totally using that from now on.

texting fun time

Júst fôúnd öut I cån èaßîlÿ hævę łęttêrš bé ālphábėtįçâlly mûltí-lîñguâl. This changes everything. Allen ist wündebar. And yet Çêst la víe.