Vintage pattern illustrations are inspiring to me. I used to copy the beautiful groovy drawings when I was a kid – I actually became sort of a pro at sketching feathered hair. Not to brag or anything. I was pretty amazing at it. But not to brag. My friend Ashli spoiled me with a very generous and lovely gift. She found a stash of vintage patterns in her mom’s attic, boxed them up, and sent the whole treasure trove to me. Thank you so much, Ashli and mom! I’m told that Ashli’s mom and aunts made many of these outfits for themselves. And honestly, a lot of these styles are in stores right now. What am I going to make?
Hold on to your ric-rac because easter is coming a little early this year. Nothing tells the world you’re a grown woman like whimsical tulip pockets.
It’s hard to look playful when a shark is attacking your calves in shallow water. These models manage beautifully in their multi-kinis.
Leslie was forced to leave the potluck early after someone vomited rigatoni on her jumpsuit.
“You fool! I’m carrying J.R. Ewing’s bastard baby, which makes my child a legal heir to the Ewing oil fortune! Stay out of my way or I’ll use harsh language with Miss Ellie!”
“Hey Nancy, let’s make some aspic.”