The Fabricated Goddess

Well Obviously....

I'm on some sort of crazed flower making bender.  

:: vintage pink, green and black wool houndstooth with vintage glass button brooch. 

Also some hats for sale (as of tomorrow) at Tweaked and Yummy Vintage Apparel on Ellis.  

For Sim....

Brooches! Just for you Simone.  I'm working on more but here's a humble first offering.  

Vintage plaid wool and button flower brooches.  Set of three.  

Cute! 

[hat not included...or made by me...but it's GREEN! so yay!]
 

Recipe....

:: take on old lady-ish sweater

 

:: remake into cute and warm winter hat
 

:: embellish with sweater flowers and vintage glass buttons

:: enjoy!

   

Open Letter....

Dear Universe,

Thank you for making it abundantly clear this morning that despite late night revelations, my progress as a human on this planet is stunted.  I'm working on it okay?  Clearly, I have baggage.  I'm fully willing to own it.  I'm working on getting rid of it but you aren't helping.  So please, please, for the love of everything near and dear to my heart, let me off the hook for some stuff.  I've grown up a lot.  I promise.  And I can't carry my foibles in their entirety anymore.  They are too heavy.  And I don't want them.  And what's more?  I'm not that person anymore.  I haven't been for a long time.  Too bad you haven't noticed.

Regardless, this is my notice to you, so pay attention, this is important.

I'M MOVING ON.

Got it?  

Good.

Sincerely,

FG (or if you prefer: MDH, Solace or Mike - take your pick)

Standing At The Crossroads.....

 

It seems to me that I've been standing on the verge of something for such a long time.  And I'm tired.  And I don't know which way to go.  And I'm alternating between excitement at what comes next and the urge to hide under the covers. 

How can I still be trying to figure out so much?  And why do I stand on the edge of things but never manage to make a decision that will push me over?  I talk myself out of so many things.  Always always afraid that the decision I make will be a bad one.  The wrong one.  

What I really want is to be that person who dives in.  Who embraces.  Who plunges.  Who thinks, hey let's just see what happens.  

It's like I'm stuck perpetually just this side of making a change.  And I know, I know it sounds like I'm back to one of those whiney posts - stick with me here, there is a point - but it's not, because I'm starting to see that the road block I've been stuck behind is me.   

It seems a small revelation, but I'll take that as progress.  

Drum Roll....

Exhibit A :: highly technical, double blind ballots.  Seriously, I wrote your names on post-its, folded them and THEN randomly numbered them so that I didn't know who was what.

 

Exhibit B :: a die was rolled.

 

Exhibit C :: the ballot was opened and the winner revealed! 

Wow Neal!  You are going to look pretty darn cute in that apron.  I always suspected that lilac was your colour.

Thanks to all those who participated and read and commiserated and encouraged last month as I blogged along.  I really do cherish each and every one of you.  And yes, Susanne, I'll gladly admit it's more than 3.  

Traditions...

Things I like to get in my stocking, in no particular order:

• new tooth brush
• a magazing - preferably something fashion-wise that I would never usually buy
• nail polish 
• lip balm
• body wash and/or lotion
• underwear and/or socks
• emery boards
• razor
• hand cream
• kinder surprise
• (and/or) lindt chocolates
• new pens (gel ink)
• a jar of olives (what, it's a tradition from childhood and yes I realize that's odd)

Things I do not like to get in my stocking, in no particular order:

• thong underwear (because that is clearly for someone else's enjoyment)
• bikini wax kit
• facial hair bleach
• anything that could be categorized as an 'ointment' for an 'ailment' 
• crossword puzzle book
• ball point pens

Your turn!

Apron Love...

So you already know that I love shoes.  And vintage china.  But I haven't shared with you my other major obsessive collection.  And when I say obsessive what I really mean is that when I find one that resonates I swoon.  I'm not even kidding.   

I've managed to amass a fairly large number of vintage aprons.  This yellow apron is probably one of my favourites.  It's worn out and thin, but the colours are still vibrant.  The pocket is placed in just the right spot. There are tiny spots of paint near the bottom hem.  It's not evenly sewn.  And I'm quite certain that if you listen closely enough, this apron has stories to tell.  

In celebration of completing NaBloPoMo, this fabricated goddess is going to share some apron love with one of you faithful, generous, lovely readers.  The kind people at CSN have offered to donate a little something something to one lucky reader.  They have lot's of very cool stuff (seriously check out these or these  - oh heck just check out all the counter stools here) and after much much consideration, I chose this pretty and practical apron.

 

It's by Dwell Studio (love) and it's pretty lilac sparrow print is plastic coated.  It's perfect for cooking or crafting with the kids.  And well, it's just darned cute.

To enter drop a comment and we'll draw a random name on Sunday December 6th. 

And to those of you who read along with me this past month, thank you.  You really are a fabulously warm and wonderful bunch.  And I could have done it without you!

 

 

Tune In Tomorrow....

Hey!  look at me!  Blogging when I don't even have to!  And flagrantly abusing the use of exclamation marks!  

I just wanted to say that tomorrow I will be blogging something different!  And also?  There will be a give-a-way.

I know!  How exciting is that?  Pretty darned exciting.  

So in the spirit of continuity, see you tomorrow.  I am really trying not to break the chain.

I Pledged...

 

Well hello, November 30th.  I thought you'd never get here.  I pledged to blog all month, every day, and blog I did.  Sometimes for better, and sometimes for worse.  Despite my fatigue and lack of planning, I managed to fulfill this small promise.  People!  I didn't just start this thing, I finished it.  For me, right now, it's a victory I needed.  Small, I know, but I'll take it just the same.

I hope that I continue to blog regularly.  I won't make any fantastical promises.  I know enough about myself to know I'll probably struggle to be consistent.   But I'll know - I'll know - that if I really want to, I can do whatever I set my mind to.  

And knowing that is really worth something.