September is Sewing Month! I Made a Dress!!!!!!

And Katy over at No Big Dill is having a show-and-tell!
This is my 'I never done none of this stuff before' entry

Okay, here we go, stuff I never did before:

Cut a pattern

darts

making bias tape

sewing said bias tape around armholes (I used a brilliant tutorial from Amy Karol at Angry Chicken)

sewed in a zipper

Now, admittedly, the fit is not great, and that neckline kind of makes me look neckless. And the dress is NOT finished. 

BUT I MADE IT!!!! I MADE IT ALL BY MYSELF!!!!!!!

PLEASE IGNORE MY FAT ARMS AND ARMPITS!!!!!

A Request For WIllpower

My sister got married recently, but this post is not about her or her wedding. 
It is about my left shoulder.
Really. 
During Megan's wedding weekend, I experienced major pain in/around my left shoulder. I'm not incredibly familiar with anatomy, so the issue may not be my actual shoulder , but a tendon or a ligament or some fricken thing. 
I visited my primary care doctor, who sent me for x-rays and suggested physical therapy in the future, if it didn't get better. She prescribed me an anti-inflammatory (which I stopped taking because it didn't help) and some painkillers. 
Then last night, when I picked Milo up to soothe his post-nap tantrum...something popped. The pain was enough to send me to the floor in a cold sweat. I moaned and groaned and massaged. 
Then it was fine.
Cut to my bed at 11 p.m. that night. Spooning the husb. Rolling over because I sleep on my back. More excruciating pain. More massaging and stretching. Then sleeping. 
And this morning I cannot lift a coffee cup.
I am very frustrated with my body. I want it to take care of ME like it did in my early 20s. 
I want to be able to binge a little. Wait, lets be honest here: I want to be able to binge a LOT. It doesn't help that Mr. Smith has the metabolism of a hummingbird. Last night I watched him eat a bowl of cereal and TWO bowls of my favorite chips. 
And here I am ...stuck at 160 pounds. Yeah. No progress, and now my shit is jacked so all I am going to ever eat again is veggie quinoa salad because I have no willpower. 
So, if you have any extra, send it on over. 
thanks

Because All Sorts of Fortune 500 Companies Read My Stupid Blog.

I know this guy, his name is Tom. It is actually Thomas, but I have never called him that. 
Tom is married to Karine. They have a REALLY cute little boy named Zeke that I have never met, but sort of want to hug. 
Tom is trying to find spectacularly gainful employment.
Go watch this


He really is the missing piece of the puzzle that makes the puzzle more awesome. If I had to hire someone to use interactive brand services delivered in Spanish to Spanish-speaking individuals, I would hire Tom. 


You know...just putting it out there.