Readers, believe me when I tell you that yesterday at this time I had never heard of a loop guard, let alone a loop guard screw. But life is about learning, friends, and if we're open to it, knowledge will come our way, no matter how arcane and (arguably) trivial.
I don't know what came over me, readers. At the flea market on Sunday I did something unprecedented and wholly in conflict with my new decluttering rules. I purchased somebody's lost/discarded photo album. And what an album it is!
Readers, what is the opposite of sewing? If you said, not sewing, you'd be wrong. No, my friends, the opposite of sewing is unsewing. I know, because I unsewed yesterday. The rose-print gathered skirt of last week is but a memory, six yards of rose-print polished cotton now neatly folded and returned to my stash.
Readers, Sunday posts can tend to be idea dumps here at MPB.Sometimes there are things I'd like to share but they don't warrant a post all their own -- or I lack the inspiration to create one. Consider today's post an idea dump. My mind has been unfocused of late.
Friends, do you ever have rescue fantasies? I do -- in fact, I'm having one right now. I bring this up because yesterday, out of nowhere, I was rescued and let me tell you, readers, it felt wonderful. (Don't let them tell you otherwise.)
Like many people around the world, I was shocked and saddened by the death of Elizabeth Taylor yesterday. It just seemed like that Dame was going to live forever -- she'd been through so many health emergencies and always pulled through. Alas, this time it was not to be.
Friends, we've been honest with each other since the beginning so why change now? I've had a busy week full of all kinds of sewing-related excitement, but when it comes to actual sewing, um...not so much.
Loyal readers, all sorts of exciting news today. First, I'm delighted to announce that at this very moment I am blogging directly from my bed. That's right, friends, my home internet service has been restored and I couldn't be happier.
Readers, it seems not a week goes by but we are reminded yet again of the fragility of life. Our human existence is nothing if not impermanent and unpredictable, as today's frightening headlines from Japan make clear.
Greetings from Surf City, USA (Two girls for every boy!). Yes, I'm back at the bagel shop/Wi-Fi hotspot, otherwise known as Home of the Golden Oldies.
Home internet service remains an elusive dream and did I mention our ground line phone is out too? I try to look on the bright side: I can no longer troll eBay in search of more Ken dolls which is probably a good thing.
Readers, today's MPB Guy Week post will no doubt spark controversy. Nothing lasts forever, even in the relatively stable world of men's fashion. I categorize most the garments below under "Going, Going, Gone," and store a few in my heretofore top-secret "Good-bye and Good Riddance" folder.
Today on MPB Guy Week we're looking at male style icons or guy-cons. I dread the banal, and I fear this topic has a little of the in-flight magazine about it but what can you do? We will make it interesting and can I offer you a beverage?
Good morning, readers, and welcome to Day 1 of our First Annual MPB Guy Week.
Please do not confuse Guy Week with Man Month. Brilliantly talented Shelley is offering four weeks of substance; I am offering one week of fluff. There's a huge difference but I hope you will support us both.
Friends, today begins a new chapter in my much-heralded decluttering saga. While longtime MPB readers may remember my very first decluttering post only last November, the mental preparation was years in the making, subtle shifts taking place deep within my unconscious.
I'm a native New Yorker and self-taught sewing fanatic! I've been sewing obsessively since 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!