Readers, one of the perks of blogging is getting to meet other bloggers in person. Sometimes they even treat you to coffee -- though not always, so bring your wallet.
I've been seeing a lot of my fellow bloggers these past few months and I haven't been open with you about it. I'm a man, OK? Anyway I'm spilling the beans today and I hope you're satisfied.
In February I saw Kristin, Sally, and Audi, all three lovely young women who love to shop. (One of the real downsides to posts like this is having to link to everyone else's blogs; cost/benefit analysis suggests it's not even in my best interest but it's the polite thing to do.)
I won't lie: I'm a little peeved at Sally at the moment as I was hoping she'd link to my secretary piece from last Wednesday in her regular Friday links post but she didn't. Sally knows I don't hold a grudge but she should definitely keep her distance for the next week or two.
Seriously, though, I just loved these gals but believe me when I tell you that five hours with professional shoppers is way too much for a tightwad like me. I don't shop; I "shop."
A few weeks after that I hung out with Johanna and Rachel, two great ladies who, thankfully, "shop" just like I do.
I don't link to Johanna's blog because Johanna doesn't have a blog, which has become a bit of a sore point between us.
Johanna has everything it takes to be a successful blogger but is highly blog resistant: she just refuses to blog -- this while owning more than a dozen fantastic vintage sewing machines that could provide half a year's worth of blog content. Johanna claims she doesn't want to have a blog. I think she should work it out with a therapist as it probably relates to her upbringing but she resists that too.
Rachel is one of those people that you just can't help loving no matter how you try and believe me, readers, I've tried. She just wins you over every time with her effervescent personality and sense of fun. She also has the stamina of a lumberjack which is remarkable given that she has a full-time job and travels into New York from northern Connecticut.
Last week, who was in town, ostensibly to clean out his summer place on the nearby New Jersey Shore but Mainely Dad, or as he's known to his friends, Duane.
Duane hasn't been blogging much lately but he has been a standout in our MPB Men's Shirt Sew-Along Flickr group. He claimed he had to come into NYC to buy linen and buttons for a jacket he's making but isn't it a strange coincidence that he just happened to be wearing the amazing shirt he'd just completed, which he then proceeded to thrust in my face every chance he could get?
Honestly, readers, while the shirt was gorgeous, I started to feel a little sorry for Duane, whose sense of self seems overly-invested in his sewing projects. And he had the audacity to get peeved when I pointed out the little threads he hadn't clipped on his front shirt buttons. Really, was I wrong to call his attention to it -- too David Coffin of me, perhaps? Duane knows I love him and I'm not just saying that to get an invite to his summer place, which would be nice.
Finally, yesterday, I had the most delightful time with blogger Robin, who was stopping in the city to buy some lace, en route to Boston.
Friends, have you ever had lunch with someone you'd never met before and after an hour felt like you'd known them for years and would gladly sign over your power of attorney to them? Thus was my connection with Robin.
I won't lie: she had me from hello when the first full sentence she uttered (in Paron's of all places) was You're even more handsome in real life! I don't know if this is manipulation on Robin's part -- the expression of an unhealthy need to be liked -- but it worked like a charm on me. I'm that shallow.
Unfortunately my last full sentence to Robin before parting was It was so great to meet you, Meg. I could have killed myself. If this had been a job interview, my resume would have been immediately chucked into the wastepaper basket and rightfully so. In my defense, I hadn't slept very well the night before.
Robin is one of those people who, despite (I strongly suspect, though I could be wrong) being on the wrong side of forty (like me), simply does not take a bad picture. I'm a sucker for great skin and Robin's is fantastic and just look at that bone structure. She's like one of those women who get picked out of the studio audience on those Oprah makeover episodes and you think, well, sure they picked her, she's gorgeous already.
Robin is married and I am partnered but I do think we have a future together if only psychically.
Friends, that's it. Please don't think I only make time for other bloggers. I'm a big-time slacker and a cheap date, so if you're ever coming for a visit and want to blow off a few hours, do shoot me an email. We can even go fabric "shopping."
OK, time to get a move on -- Happy Saturday, everybody!
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!