Vegetarian Whole 30, day one

I have started the Vegetarian Whole 30, I’ll be eating clean as I can for 30 days.  The vegetarian version includes some dairy like keifer and greek yogurt, and allows soaked, rinsed and boiled legumes.

News exclusive: I plan on adding wild-caught salmon into the mix. I have eaten a bit of salmon over the last few months, and it does make me feel better. It still freaks me out, though. I have to be in a very certain mindset to cook and then eat it. Sometimes I can cook it, but then eating it is right out. Thankfully DH has no qualms with my leftovers.

Water is going to be hard, I need to drink 65 ounces a day.  Here are the guidelines to the challenge:

You can earn up to 10 points a day. Each day you will get 1 point for posting what you eat (by 11am the next day at the latest). You’ll get 5 more points if you follow the strict paleo eating rules as laid out by the Whole Nine folks. There are no partial points for food. Tough, I know. Food is either 5 points or zero points. 1 point for getting 7 or more hours of sleep. 1 point for drinking enough water (half your bodyweight in ounces per day). 1 point for doing 10 minutes of mobility (not counting class time). 1 point for sticking to your own goals as to number of days per week you want to be working out. We will call his a work/rest ratio point.

Here are my resources:
whole9 forums
My Vegetarian Whole 30 Facebook page
Whole 30 recap Even though this page is not vegetarian, it has a ton of ideas, and I can sub in my protein of choice.

So far today:
Lentil squash soup
apple
spinach blueberry smoothie.

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2013

 

nostalgia

2013 started out really tough.  I was very depressed about Collette’s death, and was just not coping. I was so alone and just so sad. I just wanted to call her, and regretted so much all the
times I did not when I could have.  In March, I decided to try pharmaceuticals.  They helped when mom died, but this time they flattened me out too much– I didn’t feel anything, and was kind of a zombie. So by June I quit taking them, and I just went back to being sad.  It didn’t help that Kip was mysteriously lame, and the lack of exercise was making him an asshole.  He didn’t come back until late June.  When I look back at the first half of this year, it is just a black, fuzzy smear.

Kip and I at Polestar

Kip finally did become sound, and we had a very uneven show season, but did successfully  complete our first Novice at Pole Star.  And Pony Club Camp was great, even though he was still somewhat in his asshole phase. The summer saw some shows, and I finally got a horse trailer, so next year I will be fully mobile. But he did kick out in it one of the first times I hauled him, and ended up with seven stitches and twenty staples in his left hind.

I have always loved fall and early winter, but I was dreading the holidays this year. Without Mom and Colette, it all seemed so pointless.  But miraculously, this year, there have been a ton of holiday parties and family gatherings –  Thanksgiving at my house was pretty much a success in that everyone was fed, and the food was pretty good. I loved having my family over to my house, and need to make sure it happens more often.

20131208_164209Then Daddy got married to  a wonderful lady named Barbara, and I look forward to getting to know her. She has been incredibly emotionally intelligent about navigating our family, and I appreciate that so much.

My dear Laura visited from Boston, and I got to spend an evening with her, and Scott’s brother  Rick came  in from Austin and we got to spend a couple evenings with him, too.

And Dan and Lisa’s holiday party was so much fun, we got to meed an old friend’s new wife, and meet a bunch of new smart people. There was also dancing and a sing-a-long. Then of course, The Christmas Party — which is becoming the center of my holiday season. Of course I cried during Silent Night.  I believe this year’s party was the most wonderful, warm, lovely time I have had for a very long time. We got to share it with Dan and Lisa, and they were a big hit and fit right in  – Lisa started a dance party in the living room, and made everyone tell how they met their SO – I got to laugh, and spend time with so many fantastically smart and funny people, and I love each and every one of them. Seriously, this year’s party was epic. I just love Jay.  He is really such a great friend, to bring us all together every year. laugh

Christmas day was spent at Lacey and Jeremy’s house, and dinner was exceptionally delicious.

Somewhere in all that whirlwind, I realized I was no longer depressed. I think it was because I was able to see how much I am loved.

Anyway, I am not going to make any resolutions this year, except to try to do my very best.

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Cheryl says I should write a book

I suppose by now, I should expect it. The completely unexpected, that is.

I was caravanning to the Whidbey Island One Day Event with Tracy and her daughter, we were planning on leaving Stoneybrook at 12:30 — and since we were on the road by 1:00, that I was counting as a huge victory. Kip loaded relatively easily, it just took a couple of circles, and Bodie standing at the front of the trailer, his head visible through the window, for Kip to step on to the trailer.

I had Kip’s shipping boots on, because he has been known to step sideways and pull a shoe off while trailering.

Traffic was not bad, and we made good time, even through Everett, where it can get pretty sticky.  We turned onto Highway 20 and made it over Deception Pass, a bit nerve-wracking pulling a trailer. Not only are those bridges high, they are really narrow; and it is a tourist spot, so people are everywhere. But we were fine. As we drove along 20, a hawk dived toward Tracy’s truck, narrowly missing it — it was freaky, I can’t imagine what that bird thought it saw.

Driving through Oak Harbor, where Highway 20 makes a turn to the west, I felt a big lurch. It was odd, because the road seemed smooth there, and I hadn’t noticed a big dip or anything. But in town, in traffic, sometimes you can’t see the road as much as you’d like. All seemed quiet now, and we would be there in 10 minutes, at the outside.

We pulled in, and quickly scoped out which corrals we wanted, and went to unload the horses. I opened the door and immediately saw Kip had hurt his leg, there was blood on the shavings.  His left hind shipping boot was laying on the floor of the trailer, and I could see lacerations on his leg. His sock was red.

In retrospect, what I think happened, is that when we took the turn in Oak Harbor, he stepped sideways to steady himself, caught the edge of the shipping boot, pulling it partway off.  Then in trying to get it the rest of the way off, Kip kicked out, which made it flap, and suddenly become terrifying, and so had to be escaped from NOW, he kicked hard, and it came off. But I think in kicking it off, he wedged his hind leg in the angle made between the divider and the trailer wall, and the pressure of it opened up his leg.

banged upBut I figured all that out later. After unloading, I put him in a corral, and got my first aid supplies out of the trailer, and Tracy went to the bulletin board and found the number for a local Vet. I really owe Tracey, she was so much help in this crappy situation. Anyhow, we cold-hosed the leg, and I could take a look at it finally, and could see a couple of the cuts were to the bone. It doesn’t take much to get there on a horse’s leg, they are just skin, ligaments, and bone. But I knew we’d need stitches. The cuts were all very fresh and bleeding, so it had just happened — which is what leads me to believe it happened in Oak Harbor.

drugged upThe Vet arrived very quickly – it turns out she just happened to be driving by and Tracy saw her and told her about Kip – she never got my phone call, because it was the end of the day, and her phone was dead. But Tracy flagged her down, and directed her to our corral.   She sedated Kip, and cleaned up the wounds. Five stitches and twenty staples. He will need to be on antibiotics for seven days, and can have his stitches and staples removed at fourteen to twenty days.

I stayed overnight, because you can’t trailer them after being sedated like that. He was a pretty good boy, and did not demolish his corral, like last time. So that was a victory.

He stepped right on the trailer in the morning, although he stared banging and carrying on the moment he was loaded. We need to work on being a little more relaxed about trailering. (sigh. This situation will make that harder, I fear.)  And I need to do standing wraps and bell boots instead of shipping boots. It is always something. Anyway, we drove home with no incidents.

He does not seem to be lame. The vet said I could ride on Sunday — that is today, so we will see.

I had been looking forward to this weekend for quite some time, and I am so disappointed. I don’t believe there is anything I could have done, short of having a crystal ball, to keep this from happening.  You know why I think it happened? I did not do my Lucky Manicure.

 

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Mixed Bag.

Well. That was a day.
I left the house at 9:15 – my first ride was at 3:37.

Thankfully, there was zero drama loading Kip onto my new trailer. It was his first time in it.

We drove to Polestar in Lake Stevens, easy drive, we got there in a little over one and a half hours, arrived at about 12:30. I had a corral reserved, because Kip is still not tying. Just yesterday in the wash rack, he pulled back for no reason I could see – but when he encounters no resistance, he just stops. If he does encounter resistance, he just freaks out and things escalate badly. it is easier to just not tie him. He never goes far. This strategy does not work, however when you need to walk your course. So, we got a corral. It was a healthy schlep from the trailer, but so worth it.

So 2:45ish rolls around and it is time to warm up for dressage — We had a great warm up, he was forward and lifting his back, and relaxing very nicely. We decided to stand in the shade for the two rides before ours. I noticed people seemed to be having some tense rides. Lots of Giraffe-necking. So when I went in to the arena, my goal was forward and relaxed. But no. I think the wall of the arena was just tall enough, to encourage lifting the head to see what was going on — if the wall had been six inches taller, the horses couldn’t see out – or six inches shorter, they could go to work, and still see what was happening out there. As it was, the wall was just low enough to see the top of the head of taller pedestrians, and for bicyclists heads to just float by. Disconcerting. Kip’s entire test was described as “tense” and “above the bit”. I am not sure we got more than a 5 for any movement. I just did my best, and decided I was not going to sweat it.

Finally it was time for Cross-Country, and we had another good warm-up, Kippie eager to jump and happy to gallop. So, it is 5:00, we move to the start box. There are two stadium jumps to invite you further into the course, then a log pile. Take a right to a nice roll top. it is alone in the field, so I drove to it – Kip had half a mo, where he thought about going around. But no, over we went. On to a coop, then “the box of rocks” – maxed out height and width. Just a big box. Full of rocks. Big. Kip was a little surprised at the width. He took a look as we sailed over. Then there was the #7 – “the log option” One log was just a huge log, kinda skinny and up on a small riser. Next to it was a funky looking ‘S’ shaped log. I wanted the big log, but Kip was really not interested and put on the breaks a stride out. I just scooted him over and let him look at the low end of the ‘S’, and booted him over from a halt. We sproinged over. I rode pretty aggressive to the next two and I could feel him just take over. He decided that if this was what we are doing, then fine. we were GOING. Wine barrels, big roll top, and sliced log, not a bobble. Then he saw the water. He just loves the water. He took the bit and we tore like hell down the hill and through the water — then took the big bank out; he actually took me to that bank, not to the small one. Crazy horse. Over the piano keys, and we were done. Holey moley that was fun. Thankfully we had scheduled a schooling round, so we get to go again!

Well, round two was awesomer, if that is even a word. Since Kip knew where we were going, I barely had to steer – it is eerie how fast he memorizes things. We basically FLEW around that course. I actually had a problem getting him to listen to my half halts, and he jumped some of the jumps flat, because we were a little far out from them. One time I was really telling him to add, and it felt like he was going to chip, but he took off really long. It is a good thing I had a hold of his mane, because he totally left me behind. I am sure it looked hilarious and I actually hollered “Holy Shit” over the jump. Yeah. Class all the way. I think I got whiplash. Most of the course though, was just gallopy and fun and we did a great job. He still ran like hell through the water. I think he likes the splashing.
Kip and I at Polestar

So, we got Fourth, because of our terrible Dressage score, but over-all I am very happy with our ride. So much so, I am not even going to dwell on the hour and a half it took to load, because Kip decided he wanted to stay at Polestar forever. Ugh. Thank goodness for the three other awesome eventers who were willing to help me, and run through every trick in the book for a horse who does not want to load. Then we drove home, safe and sound.

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Pony Club Camp, Whidbey Island.

I went to Pony Club camp from July 19 – 24. It was, as you may imagine, pretty awesome.

There were no major dramas, at least not for me and Kip, but there were daily small ones.

Kip arrived at WIPC camp really amped up. He was snorty and distracted and generally a pain in the ass to handle. I put him in the corral, hoping he’d settle a bit, before we went for a walk around.  He did not settle so much. When we did decide to take the horses out for a graze, he was dragging me around and being pretty horrible. I borrowed a chain (I don’t know that I even own one anymore – I have never needed one with him) and got him under some semblance of control. Then we went for a very tense hack.

100_8439Night one, Kip and Premo stomped and chewed on each other all night. Premo pushed a board out, into Kip’s corral. in the morning, it was laying in the middle, nails up; of course. But disaster was averted.

The next morning before our 10:30 Dressage lesson, I lunged him for 20 minutes, and he called and snorted and generally ignored anything I told him to do — so I just kept sending him around, kept his feet moving. By the time the lesson started, he was controllable, but still distracted, but much better. Later on we had a stadium jumping lesson with lots of gridwork, which Linda, the instructor, kept nudging higher and higher; until the ending line seemed massive. Kip loves stadium, though, and just ate them all up.

That night, Kip and Simon pawed and squealed all night long. One board down, in the middle of the night. We tied the boards to the posts, so there would not be as much of a chance of them laying face up in anyone’s paddock. But still, not much sleep.

Day two lessons: Dressage 9am was really awesome, and Kip, by this time was closer to his normal self under saddle. Then at 1:30 was XC with Linda — it was the best XC school I have ever had, we were jumping all novice stuff, there was no screwing around with logs, and Kip was a BEAST (in a good way). Taking me to the base of every jump, galloping through water (a little faster than novice speed…) Water, ditches, banks, coffins, brush jumps, and doing little courses of eight questions or so. It was really great to be able to string them all together, and to really get rolling on the terrain. I just kept my chin up and my leg on. And held on for dear life.  We were out there for two and a half hours. My legs were jello.

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Third night, I thought for sure Kip would sleep- but instead he demolished his corral. Broke two boards in half, and the third one was down. Little jerk. Sharon had to take Simon home that day, so we decided to  put Kip in Pony Purgatory by himself at the end of the row.

Monday was stadium jumping of the grass, and that was a blast, too. We got to jump the Pirate Ship, which is a Training jump.  We were doing a line: vertical,  oxer, left turn to

vertical on a hill, down the hill to a two-stride (with a giant maxed out oxer in the back), take a right roll back to a skinny, then a good uphill gallop to the ship, which we flew over. It was huge, and exhilarating.

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Dressage was in the afternoon, and my legs were just about shot. But self-preservation kicks in, and you have to ride – especially when the  instructor takes your stirrups away.

The last day was the mock event. We rode at around 10:30 I think. It was a combination of stadium and XC.  Fence one was a red vertical, to a brush box. Right hairpin to a panel oxer;  gallop up the hill and across the road ( I was yelling Heads up! Make a hole! to the little kids on ponies wandering around on the road, not paying attention to the course.) through a chute of rosebushes, and by a big scary pile of stumps, left turn down another close chute of bushes, over a log, back to the stadium area. Over a black and white oxer, hard left over an airy vertical and then a good long gallop on to the XC field, — Up a molehill, jump, a hanging log,  down the other side; this is where Kip’s rockets engage. Galloping sweep right to a ramp, over a house,  gallop through the water; take a left, jump the sharks tooth, and on to the second water. Gallop like a fiend (if you are Kip) through that water, too, then over the Rock Logster, across the road and left to the window coop. Big long gallop back to the stadium jumping area, take a left and two people are holding a length of toilet paper about three and a half feet off the ground. It is fluttering in the breeze. Kip is giving this crazy thing a look, I keep my leg on, and he clears it – not pretty, he was kinda wondering what the heck it was, but we were clear.  Yay! I immediately want to go again, but that is not how it goes. There are turnbacks in a half an hour.

For turnbacks we had to clean all the sweatmarks off our horse, clean the bit, and the girth.  Report to the Pony Plaza within a half an hour of completing your ride. Get inspected (I have a tiny bit of slobber on my bit. Demerit. Answer a horse management question: How many splint bones does a horse have? I don’t know. Twelve? Six? Four? Turns out there are eight. Another demerit. Oh well.

At the closing ceremony, our teams are revealed – the instructors assigned us to teams, which were a secret – and it turns out, they decided to put the Horsemasters all on one team, and we got second.  Yay, more satin for the collection!  I am a ribbon ho!
100_8447Exhausted, we packed up and left by 430, and arrived at Stoneybrook at 7:30. It sure is a  lot of work for seven minutes on the XC field. But worth it.

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Schooling NWEC

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The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide.

The title of this post is a little dramatic.  But I had such high hopes for this season.

Last fall, I thought the winter of 12-13 would be my “Winter of Dressage” and I would come into this season raring to go, and just start laying waste at every event with my Dressage scores.  Kip was being super sensible, was jumping excellently and we were having some nice breakthroughs.

Instead, I lost my sister, and my life was turned upside down. It was shocking and incredibly sad, and I have felt so alone. People surprised me with their compassion and selflessness; others surprised me with their narcissism and … pettiness. Both of these reactions made me cry and I cried for three months, and was not stopping — I cried at my desk at work, and on the train, and all the other times, too.

So I started taking anti-depressants, and I was still sad, but able to function — and finally, to think about riding.  Kip and I had some amazing rides in February and March.  Then in April, he went mysteriously lame. The intermittent mystery lameness mentioned in my previous post.  I had different vets out on three separate occasions, and Kip would not demonstrate the lameness; so we had no treatment plan. That took up April and May.

Then, when he finally he seemed to be on the mend, he’s getting new shoes and gets a hot nail. That took at least 14 days to heal.  Then I got sick for a few days. Now I will be out of town for five days.  That is basically all of June. This adds up to three months of Kip not being in regular work, let alone training.

As a result, he is being a real asshole.

He won’t let me catch him in the field. there is always some kind of chasing that happens, then he will grudgingly let me put his halter on.

He has decided he will not tie. He will back up until the crossties break, then wheel and run like hell out of the barn.

He is really spooky. He used to just spook in place. Now he has decided after he tenses up and jigs around, he violently leaps into the air and double-barrel kicks out with his hind legs at what ever he does not like.  Kind of like this:
Lipizzaner Stallions
Notice how the guy is not on the horse when he does this? Yeah, because it is scary and kind of hard to sit.

I am training him to go fully into the contact now and being consistent, whereas before I was … not. But he does not always appreciate his formerly useful evasions  not working any more.  So he has decided to start rearing up. Just a tiny bit of light-front end hopping really. I send him forward and back to work, but still annoying.

Part of the not tying is taking off at every opportunity, like when I take the saddle off, or when ever else both of my hands are full. I have started un-tacking in the stall, to avoid this particular charming behavior.

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So basically, I have a very tense horse who is really frustrated. I am going to start treating him for ulcers, put him back on the B Crumbles and just be patient.

I don’t think it is his eyesight or pain, his eyes look good and clear, and react to light appropriately. I have poked and prodded every square inch of him and find no pain reactions from the saddle or anywhere else.

So I will continue to be patient. I don’t have any plans for showing this summer. I wouldn’t trust him on an XC course right now for anything.  I do have plans to take him to Pony Club Camp, as long as he is sound. So we will see.

I miss my good horse.

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Northwest Pony Club Dressage Rally, 2013

I belong to a Horsemasters Group – which is Pony Club, except for grown ups, and we fielded a team to the Northwest Pony Club Dressage Rally. I was really excited for it, Kip and I were doing great, and had recently has a breakthrough in the concept of Contact.

I had planned on going to the Donida Schooling show and riding both of my tests there, then having a Jen lesson (magic things always happen with Jen, she really brings out the Best Rider in you). But the day before the Schooling show, a Friday, Kip was lame. It seems to be in his left fore.  No heat in the hoof, not much reaction to the hoof tester. I gave him a couple of days off, and then rode on Wednesday. He was fine for most of the lesson, then at the end, he was off again.  A couple of more days rest.  I had the vet out, and nary a limp.  We trotted him pretty hard over many different surfaces – the sand arena, the indoor, down the drive way, in the field — nothing. Two days later, lame.  You get the idea. He was sound for three days before the rally. I was really hopeful that it was all over.  Nope. Rode on Friday morning – and he’s head-bobbing lame. I had a meltdown.

A few days prior to this, I had been expressing my worry to a barnmate about Kip’s mystery lameness, and  me letting our Horsemasters Team down. Now this woman  owns a lovely (LOVELY) gelding, Gus.  She said I could take him if Kip were still lame.  When I realized she was not joking, I took her up on the offer. Kip had been sound leading up to the Rally, but to be on the safe side, I had a couple of rides on Gus. And by a couple, I mean two.  I should take a moment here to talk about Gus. He is a huge Thoroughbred gelding – probably at least 17.2  hands. That is in real-life hands, not  Craigslist horse-ad hands.  Golden bay, with two hind socks, and a star and snip.  Oh, and did I mention his owner got her Pony Club A rating on him?  He’s an upper level horse.

I had a lesson on Wednesday on Gus, and he was A Completely Different Ride. I could barely make him go. He had buttons I didn’t know existed, and I kept accidentally telling him to do all kinds of stuff. By the end of the lesson, he was frustrated, and I was utterly crestfallen. I must be a terrible rider! Poor Kip, for having to put up with me!  I rode Kip after my lesson, and he was sound. Of course. Thursday, rode Gus again – he was even more confused and irritated with me. Great. Rode Kip again, and he was sound! Maybe I can take Kip after all!  Friday AM: Kip is lame.

So, we scurried around, and got Gus ready to go.  His feed alone was really complicated. Kip gets two flakes of grass hay and a pound of LMF pellets and we’re done; Gus has many supplements, beet pulp, rice bran, hay pellets, etc, etc.  We threw everything in the trailer, and were off.  We set up our tack stall and our feed stall, and had Jog Outs on Friday night. It was exhausting. I got home at 9:00pm, took a shower and had a good cry.

Saturday morning- my Inspection was at 10:52. The judge LOVED Gus. Could not find anything wrong with him or his turnout. Me, however, I forgot to take out my nose ring, so I was deducted two points. Loop jewelry is dangerous around horses, it can get caught and pulled out.  I pried the thing out and we went on with it. We got some “Exceeds Standards” so that balanced out my nose ring thing.  I warmed Gus up and I was concentrating like mad to ride the best I could, and he, by now, knew to ignore half of the wiggling around up there I was doing, so we were getting along much better. Rode Training Test 1, and did pretty good – 66.042%.

Second Ride – Training test 2: This one felt really good, and our score reflected that; 69.286%.

Horse management: Striking fear into the hearts of millions.

Then was Turnbacks which was terrifying in it’s own right, but multiplied by the fact that we did not know what we were being judged on. I cleaned all the sweat marks off of Gus, picked his feet, filled his water, washed the bit, cleaned the girth, brushed all the hair off of the saddle pad, took half a second and had some water myself, and the Horse Management judges arrived. (!!!!) Things were going great, and then she said “And have you cleaned your boots?” Uh, no. No I had not. Demerit.

The rest of the day was pretty low-key for me, helping my teammates and watching them ride.  Finally at 3:00 we are told to go to the indoor arena for the Awards Ceremony. The table is stacked with ribbons. This is gonna take a while.  It took more than an hour, and we were freezing, but we did get quite a bit of new Satin for our collection: Third in Horse Management (we were ROBBED, but that would make this story even longer), First in our Division (yay, us!) and I got Training Level Highpoint. I know, I was a shocked as you.

Third in Horse Management, First in our Division, and Training High Point.

The whole thing was an emotional roller coaster, and so exhausting. But also super fun and I learned more in three days than I have in the last three months. I want to do it again. Show Jumping Rally, Here I come.

Now to figure out what is going on with Kip.

 

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Winter

Winter is fragile, and needs taking care of.

Spring is like a punk kid, all temper and fun; it is changeable and in a hurry.  Summer can take care of itself, it is ticking away like an old clock that knows its job. Autumn is the time of culmination, of busy-ness, and result.

But winter needs someone to show it the way, to shape it and to make it through. Winter is the child of the year, dependent — it is the time to shape and nurture. It is the time that makes all the rest of the year work or not. Foundations are laid. Character is revealed. It is the time of questing and trying on new things.

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Skirt stake

I love my life. I have had difficult decisions, and lost people I love who were way too young to die. I miss my Mom and Colette every day, and I still don’t really understand that I don’t get to see them.  But I am so incredibly lucky to have the wonderful life I have– A strong, talented husband; a warm, crazy house; Cats who love me so much they sometimes cannot let me sleep; and a dog who loves Scott almost as much as I do. Then there is Kip who is perfection on hooves, spending time with him is where I find a completely quiet center, unconcerned with any thought of people and their complexities.

The losses that I have had make the living I need to do all the more important, and real.

I like to work really hard – I like things that are a challenge. And to that end, I am starting my own line of hand-painted skirts. I have had all these sewing ideas lately that I have not been acting on, because, honestly how many clothes does one person need? So it occurred to me — make these awesome skirts for other people.

So I have started a spread sheet for my fabric, lining, and notions costs (I made a fabric store run today) and will track how long it takes me to draft patterns, cut fabric and sew each skirt. (ooh, tracking things! I love tracking things!) Then I will hand-paint or embroider each one. So I think costs may vary from skirt to skirt – but I will see how I feel about that.

I am taking a risk in blogging about this before I have the first skirt of my new line even started, but this way, I am a little more committed.  Here are three skirts I have made for myself, just to illustrate where I am going with this:

They are all linen, and the fabric I have bought for the first collection is linen too – I just like the drape and texture of it.

I hope to have between eight to ten skirts to open my Etsy shop, and will also take orders from people who send in their measurements, maybe. Or maybe people only get to choose from the sizes I decide to make. I am not sure yet. But I do plan on making a wide variety of sizes, I am telling myself I’d like to make from size 2 to size 26, because I know gorgeous women in every size, and I want them all to have a super cute, kinda wacky skirt to call their own.

I don’t have a name for my shop or my collection yet, but am doing some serious brainstorming. So watch this space. Big news ahead.

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