I seem to be having temporal difficulties. Yes, I have a problem with time - I don't have enough of it. I do prioritise - eg I have a ranked list of blogs I like to read. I do limit my time doing frivolous things - playing Candy Crush for example. I put aside time for sewing and doing creative things - I'll even show you the evidence. But I still think I could do with another day in the week a day just for me. I would call it myday and it would be after Sunday and before Monday.
Myday would be like, all for me. I know it sounds incredibly selfish but this is my blog and I want to be honest with you all. For me, Myday activities could be changed depending on the weather - if it is sunny then gardening or taking photos, if its raining then several episodes of Game of Thrones or whatever. Myday would never be cancelled or postponed, neither could it be replaced with a Public Holiday or a sick day. Myday would not be exclusive to me, no, I am going to petition the political parties (there's an election this year) and request that Myday be inserted into the New Zealand calendar.
Okay, enough fantasizing, time is of the essence so lets get going:
What did I wear today?
Dress Made by Me from fabric from Tessuti in Melbourne. It is digitally printed cotton and I made the effort to interline it. Not some thing which I would normally do, but felt that the expensive fabric deserved extra special sewing skills and attention. Worn with old, well loved and very comfortable red shoes. The bracelets are a mixture of retail and thrifted, but the necklace is a thrifted find - one of my favourite colours and it sits just right too.
On Friday, I changed the mold a bit, and no frocks were worn. Instead I wore an outrageously beautiful pink, yellow and gold embroidered sari type skirt. It is lined with the heaviest red satin so only the top bit flares out. It is very swirly and when I wear it I feel very girly.
I don't really have a top to go with this skirt - well I do have a pink chiffon blouse top, but its the wrong shape. So I made do with a plain blue tee shirt and a purple leather belt - both from the Hospice Shop I think. The arm junk is just that - retail, thrifted and found in the street. I have no shame in picking up stuff off the pavement or from the gutter. Trust me, if it was gold or diamonds I would hand in to the police, but a brass bangle - nope, it just fitted on my wrist so perfectly, it was meant to be mine.
Okay, as I said, I am planning my time so you'd best come back here in a couple of days, because I am going to post again. Really, instead of one mega post with heaps of stuff, I'm going to ration out the Penny-Rose style portfolio and all the stuff I do with my time (except my work which is not really blog-able).
Bye for now, Penny-Rose xx