Detour!

Oh, good grief. I haven't gotten ANYTHING done from the pile o' stuff I meant to tackle today. I made the mistake of going by the new-to-me-thrift, which, by the way, is called BJ's and has, as a part of the sign, these lips, making both of us here at The Voodoo Cafe wonder: Did they giggle happily when they thought of this, or do they just not realize?

Anyway, so I stopped in there on my way to get tiny buttons to make into eyes (not nearly as tacky as it sounds), and I found a TON of stuff. Now, the last time I went in, I found very little. You know? One time you'll go in and find nothing, and then a week later, there'll be a ton of stuff, and you'll go, "Oh, you got a bunch of new stuff in," and she'll go, "No, not really. We're not getting any more summer stuff." And so you figure either it was hiding from you the other time or she rearranged all 10 tons of stuff every week. Which I doubt. 

OK, confession time: one reason I went was that I had to get out of the house. If you tend to worry, which we've discussed here before, sometimes one worry sets off a whole chain of worrying, and you find yourself in a sort of endless loop of worrying, and you really can't focus on anything. You can try to hard shift your brain back into a more comfortable and productive place, or you can meditate or do a whole bunch of other things, some of which probably include Big Drugs I can't even imagine. For me, sometimes I just have to get out and run an errand. In this case, it was getting tiny coverable buttons. Figuring out exactly how I was going to make them work was the hard shift--the thing that would jolt my brain from Worrying Mode into something more useful. That was the plan. Then there was the detour.

And there was this. Made out of t-shirt fabric, very cool, a brand--Double D Ranch--I don't buy new, no way. They carry it here at The Boutique, and I go in and look at it and imagine what I could do with it, but it's way too expensive to buy new and then bring home and start cutting up. Yikes.

This one had this elastic waist just way too high that just ruined it. Plus the color isn't my favorite, plus the plastic jewels. But seeing the faulty design--the high waist that made even me look puffy and fat--and realizing I Can Fix That, well. I had to buy it. She tried to talk me out of it, but I knew it would haunt me, thinking about how I could take something that was almost cool and make it Cool For Real. I can't dye it--not unless I remove the fake jewels, and I'm not loving it that much.  

You can see here that I've already removed the elastic. Now I have to re-stitch a couple of loose jewels and then wash it and see how much of the stitching hole stuff vanishes. I'll have to do it on the gentle cycle in a mesh bag. The photo below is not the true color--it's more the neon yellow you see above.

 Sorry for the blurriness, but I'm hurrying--

Then I have this idea for POCKETS, since it doesn't have any and we've already established here that Pockets Rock. I have scraps left over from my Alabama Chanin Skirt project:

Which was made from t-shirts from Goodwill, over-dyed and reverse appliqued. 

I have enough of the red, which goes perfectly with some of the embellishment red. 

Oh, yeah: Lennie was doing this horridly cute thing where she was being both cute and fierce (she has amazing bat teeth, which is why we sometimes call her Bat-Toothed Lennie, which makes her sound like a hillbilly. She's not, though. She's not as fat as she looks here, either.)