Readers, are you superstitious? I'm not, I mean, not particularly. But sometimes uncanny, synchronistic occurances do take place and who am I to say they aren't a sign from the great beyond and I don't mean the Bronx.
Friends, I have to be honest. As much as I enjoy the occasional break from my normal routine, I'm not a vacation person. It's not that I don't appreciate a change of scenery, I do. But generally, after a day or two of fun in the sun, I am ready to get back to my strapless cocktail dress project or whatever I'm working on at the moment.
Friends, there are times when so much awfulness seems to be occurring in the world, on so many fronts, that it can leave one feeling very discouraged -- or is it just me?
At periods like these, it can be helpful to remember that no matter what may be happening "out there," we always retain the power to create positive change in our immediate communities, in our families, and in ourselves.
We can start by making joy a priority in our own lives.
Friends, the only good thing about a heat wave is....I can't think of anything. (It feels good when it's over?) I actually enjoy the heat, most of the time. But I'm ready for a break, which won't come till next week, when it's predicted to be in the Arctic upper eighties.
Readers, one can only maintain a sewing blog and not sew for so long.
OK, that's not a pretty sentence (would a second comma help?) but I think you know what I'm talking about. At a certain point one must make an executive decision and get back to work. Plus I was getting tired of writing about old magazines and library books.
Friends, in our continued series exploring popular magazines of the past and the images they present of American fashion and lifestyles (particularly the roles of women), today we stumble upon 2011. Do you remember that troubling time?
Readers, I'm a nice person and I'm always up for doing a friend a favor. But like everyone, I have my limits.
Who do I hear from yesterday but Rain. Surely you remember Rain, the man who restored my Singer 15-91 to like-new condition and correctly diagnosed the problem with my Featherweight hook assembly, helping me to get it working this winter?
Friends, are you ambitious? With regard to sewing, I mean.
I think all of us want to keep learning more, and it's hard not learn if you take on lots of new projects. The more you sew, the more you know, right?
I often ask myself what it is I most want to learn. To be honest, I find the whole sewing thing a bit overwhelming: there's so much to know and it's not always clear to me how best to learn it. Some people enroll in fashion school or take classes, others buy books, follow video tutorials, etc. There's a lot out there.
Desperate to jumpstart my sewing mojo, and feeling a bit giddy and irresponsible yesterday, I hightailed it to the Garment District, determined to return home with something I'd be excited about sewing with. Voilà!
Reading blog comments in response to recent posts about summer comfort and contemporary style, I noticed that most of you are relieved to be able to wear what feels comfortable to you.
Many of you, however, aren't pleased with a world where people let it all hang out -- literally -- and think that the pendulum has swung too far in the direction of casualness.
This got me thinking about what's been lost since the days when men wore hats outside and ladies squeezed themselves into girdles and garter belts. It isn't so much what people wear that has changed (though that's part of it), as much as the way they wear it.
Is Thom Browne a genius or what? This fall, I am adding fringe to my lampshade.
Friends, sometimes I think we dwell too much on fashions of the past here at MPB, and in ways both subtle and not-so-subtle, write off the present. It's easy to criticize what's wrong with fashion today: the excessive trendiness, the sameness of so much of it, the constant focus on cost-cutting (sew it cheaply!), the endless re-hashing of vintage styles.
I'm the biggest old movie fan ever -- as if you didn't already know -- and one of my treasures is a small collection of vintage movie magazines in fantastic condition which I bought many years ago, for something like $1 each, on the street from some guy who must have found them in a dumpster and just wanted to move them fast. (Longest MPB sentence ever.)
We're traveling again today, kids. Yesterday we revisited 1951. Now we're jumping forward (or backward, depending on your perspective) to 1972, via the pages of the September 1972 issue of Ladies' Home Journal.
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!