2014 Hi&Hi: Sewing and Friends

High&High cuz with sewing and family and friends there can be no true lows.


 Gearing up for 2015 {oy!}.
Reading lots of best of posts.
Here are mine.

2015Maravilloso MalvarosaBlack White Houndstooth & Sexy : Double the Kimono : Malvarosa en Denim : Gabby in Ikat

And, an obvious highlight, the Nettie. Which was named for me.  14052346552_dfc61c51cb_hBut, that’s not why it’s a highlight. The deepening of my friendship with Heather, is. She’s just one of the many awesome women who have been instrumental in making one of my dearests wishes come true: having true friends to do shit with.

And to lean on.

They helped me get through some truly stressful parenting and spouse issues. The NYC high school application process has taken years off my life, and an untold number went with worrying for my boys who are hurtling towards teenage-hood. And then there was hubby’s health scare. They’ll never know how much they helped me stay sane. And how much they added to my family life, too. My children adore them and my hubby is happy to know that I have such special friends.

So many of my non-sewing highlights involved them. So many stories shared. So (SO MANY) laughs. No documentation is necessary, but you may have stumbled across an Instagram post or blog hint, or two. I DO wish I had taken a moment to snap a pic of my favorite handmade look of the year which was worn partying with them. But stay tuned! That black wool Nettie dress and my absolute fave Le Animal sweater coat deserve some pics! But until then….


2014 Hi&Lo: Black Lives Matter

blmI kept it quiet here. Because I couldn’t find the words. And then I had too many.

I eventually gave voice to my feelings. In many conversations. With many different people. From many different backgrounds.

One massive positive to this experience was the knowledge that we can come together and what an amazing thing that can be.

It is both the high and the low.


Two Minute Posts: Autumn Leaves

#autumn #leaves are falling down, falling down, falling down. #fall #yellow #red #brown #green #ombre #September in #Brooklyn #leaf #colors #woodland #stroll

A pause to ponder natural beauty.
A childhood wonder held onto into adulthood.
Their changing colors.
Their bright, crinkled texture.
An ombre path from solid to multi-hued.

A mental snapshot around which to center oneself when too many ideas

and duties,



and dreams threaten

to overwhelm.

One leaf. Two leaves. Three leaves….

Poem in Your Pocket Day: Warning

This poem PERFECTLY describes what I want my golden years to be!


by Jenny Joseph

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people’s gardens
And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

Only in dreams was I venturesome

“Only in dreams was I venturesome, while in reality I instinctively quailed before the future. […]
I unconsciously decided to be content for the time being with the world of dreams,
in which I alone was master, in which there were only temptations and joys, and where misfortune, if it were admitted at all, played only a passive, evanescent role necessary for the delicious contrasts and unexpected turns of fate that led to the happy endings of all my enthralling, imaginary romances.”
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, “Netochka Nezvanova”

I sometimes have days like these.

Like, today.

I’ll just be in my head…..