On the fun tip, I found Project Runway spoiler photos over on (you've been warned) Project Rungay and Getty Images. I kinda wish I hadn't because it's quite a good juicy surprise, so bear that in mind if you decide to hop over there.
The new Butterick patterns just came out and much to my surprise I like some of them. I have two on my "must make" list.
Everyone knows I'm a fan of the dress and this is cute and casual, I think it might be nice.
Everyone also knows that I'm a bigger fan of the twist tops. This is a good new "twist" (if you will) on the twist top. I like that it's asymetrical and more of a tunic. I can see myself in it and I think it'll be something I'll feel comfortable wearing.
Now, back to the whole "losing weight" thing. On the one hand, I'm trying to embrace my curvy, womanly physique; but on the other hand, God, if I could just wear a size 8 again. I may have spent too much time looking at waif models for the fall collections but I remember when I could wear anything. I enjoyed sewing more then than I do now because I knew it would look good when I finished. I'm trying to love the way I look or at least not focus on it so much but when one is constantly taking one's own measurements and comparing them to patterns, well, it's just not the easiest thing in the world. That's why I never finish anything. I get to a certain "try on" point and I think I look just awful and I give up. Not healthy, I know but still very real and very painful. When I did weigh 120, I never ate, I smoked constantly and I was always taking some diuretic or something else to keep me emptied out. I stopped because I got over it and I wanted to be healthy and now I'm just as unhealthy and overweight! Oh dear, what is a girl to do. I've been buying shoes like there's no tomorrow, at least by spring I'll have happenin' feet. I will soldier on and finish my coat and that dress. I still got a little "work it out" in me. Plus, I think I've got a bit of cabin fever and seasonal affective disorder. I'm not usually such a buzzkill (that's Mickey's job)