Dear Hearts and Gentle Lurkers, I have a new obsession: treadle sewing machines. I just checked this machine out this morning. It is ONE BLOCK FROM MY APARTMENT. I found it on Craigslist. According to the serial number, it was manufactured on April 28, 1920. Ninety years old!
As you can probably guess after Wednesday's pre-dawn post, I spent most of yesterday in bed trying to catch up on my sleep. I am happy to report that, not only do I feel rested and refreshed, I also look ten years younger.
Friends, once again I must apologize for my pre-dawn stream of consciousness. Don't ask me why I am awake at this ungodly hour, but I have learned that if I am, it's better to just get out of bed and start my day than to toss and turn in the darkness, thoughts of my next blog post filling my head. I have Freddy here curled up on the sofa next to me, so off we go....
Friends, one of the joys of blogging is that no matter what kind of disasters befall you, you can always turn it into material for your blog. Barring the type of catastrophe that sends you to the other side -- and I don't mean Europe -- a capable writer can spin any setback into a life-affirming tale of courage-over-despair worthy of a comeback vehicle for Donna Mills.
Readers, can I be real for a moment? Sometimes I wonder what people think of the stuff that goes on here. Those poor innocents who stumble upon Male Pattern Boldness for the very first time, perhaps while doing a random search under "SEXY SEXY SEXY" in their office cubicle, or "kathy girdle fun" --
It's Saturday at long last, the end of a long, hot week. You wake up to the image above and a sense of dread sweeps over you. But then a friend invites you out to do a little flea market shopping. You really shouldn't; there's so much work to be done here at home. The BurdaStyle project, the suit project....
Readers d'un certain age, remember how you used to think life would be a clean linear progression -- 9th grade, 10th grade, 11th grade, Burger King beef-patty flipper, unwed parenthood, delinquency -- but it never was? No, as you and I have painfully learned, life is instead filled with countless tangents and twists, road blocks and blind alleys.
Readers, what a day I had yesterday! First laundry, which involved washing the approximately 40 dirty dog diapers we use weekly instead of wee wee pads for Freddy and Willy. (Don't ask and pass the Lysol.)
Then the suit project, the suit project, the suit project!
Let's face it: anybody who blogs about a sewing project while the project is underway is asking for trouble.
I liken it to a person who walks around their apartment naked with the blinds pulled up: there's no guarantee anybody's watching but chances are pretty good that somebody's got their eyes on you so you'd better pull your stomach in and give as good as you've got.
Have you ever noticed how some women, no matter how old they get, always seem to project "girl" more than "woman?" And the same goes for guys: there are some who read as "men" at fourteen and others who still seem like boys at forty.
Good morning, ear-flapped-awake chihuahua owners and others!
As I mentioned yesterday, I finally returned to sewing after a five-day hiatus, successfully completing my plaid cotton shirt. In addition to the sleeve slip-up already recorded, there was an ongoing problem with fabric stretching.
Readers, I apologize. In my quest for ever-larger readership, I have succumbed to the temptation of using provocative blog entry titles to draw those who may be finding us here via adult-oriented key word entries in random online search engines.
Readers, before I get too swept up in new projects, I wanted to take a closer look at Cathy's 1942 Hollywood frock, or as I've dubbed it over at Burdastyle, The Barbara Stanwyck dress. Why Barbara Stanwyck, you ask? Well, she did wear a lot of dresses that looked like Cathy's Hollywood dress... um....er....
We're still in nag-free Monday mode here at MPB, at least until the weather feels more fall-like.
Today, I'd like to touch on something related to Friday's sagger pants saga and a reader comment that has been on my mind since. Nancy K called the sagger pants look (as well as the Thom Browne highwater suit) "attention-getting" and that term really struck a nerve.
Friends, it's no secret that Cathy and I have been somewhat on the "outs" of late, especially now that I've insisted she start wearing her glasses instead of bumping into streetlamps and saying "Pardon me."
I'm a native New Yorker and self-taught sewing fanatic! I started sewing in 2009 and today make all my own clothes using mostly vintage patterns and vintage sewing machines. Welcome to the warm and whimsical world of Male Pattern Boldness, where the conversation is sewing, style, fashion, fabric, and more!