I love my birthday. I truly do. There is no real reason for me to love my birthday, honestly, and yet, there you are. I can’t say I’ve ever had a magnificent birthday, like a truly epic life changing birthday, probably because I’m not a billionaire and can’t fly all my friends all over the world. I wanted to find a link about a news story of someone who has done this but I couldn’t which leads me to believe that these billionaires are not doing what I would do in their position. Fools. It’s all lobster parties in the desert and inviting Lindsey Lohan, according to the google, and both of those seem like a recipe for getting someone sick. I would do it all so much better if I was that rich. Someday I will BE that rich, just so I can throw better birthdays than the immensely wealthy people who have come before me.
But until that day comes, I will just enjoy my birthday the way it has been in recent years, at a bar, surrounded by nice friends who all buy me glass after glass of white wine (because my birthday is in the summer, duh) until I end up telling everyone how much I love them and begging someone to go get me some pizza. What can I say, I like to keep my birthday fresh. And I always try to make a new outfit, to make myself feel special and to force everyone to compliment me in a subtle way. Hey, if you can’t manipulate your friends on your birthday, when CAN you?
It’s been, I should mention, a month since my birthday. OY. Guys, I moved and Mr. Struggle left for India and my play opened (it’s up for one more weekend! Check it out here, it has a sewing theme so this shameless plug is justified). Still, I had such good intentions of posting this right after my birthday and that….is another dream deferred. Speaking of which, my birthday outfit, why was there none last year, you might be asking, or not, because you have better things to do than comb through my archives….Well, last year my birthday was cancelled because I got quick sick with a vicious summer cold and spent the night I was SUPPOSED to be hanging out with the people and the wine and the outfit compliments in bed instead, watching this popular 90’s Bollywood blockbuster which I declared, after all 3 hours of it, “was pretty good”, which Mr. Struggle took as a major compliment, considering my previous reactions to his 90’s Bollywood screenings. So there was happiness, true, but still, it wasn’t quite the birthday of my imaginings. So this year, I was determined to do it right.
And here is the outfit I chose to do it in:
Okay, so fun fact about this skirt, it’s a wrap skirt that I drafted and the first time I wore it it did a little warping on the left side (right in the photo) as you can see. After I washed it for the first time this issue had disappeared, so I’m not sure what that was about, you heavyish weight linen, you, but it’s all cool now!
See those little ripples? They look weird, but they are good now. As I mentioned, the skirt is self drafted and I got the fabric just ages ago from the sadly now defunct PA Fabric Outlet (sadness). It’s a nice little wrap skirt and I have to say, I don’t know why I waited so long to make a wrap skirt. This was literally my first one. WHY? I LOVE THIS SKIRT. I would invite this skirt to my birthday. IN FACT, I DID.
Now, to the shirt! I made that too, and it’s my first ever Scout T-shirt by Grainline Studio. Oh, this pattern. So simple, a woven t-shirt, and yet so brilliant. I love it! I did alter the pattern a bit, because I was concerned by the bust measurement in the pattern versus the measurement of my own, well, sizable chest. This pattern has no darts or shaping, so I graded the bust measurement up, the waist down, and the hips slightly, so I think it’s like a 12-8-10 so that the final pattern can accommodate my, um, assets.
And that’s about that for this. I remember taking these photos. I remember most of this evening, actually, it was super fun. There was a point at which I was telling Mr. Struggle that this thing I had to say was REALLY IMPORTANT over and over again without saying the actual thing and then I decided I should go to bed. Birthday? Resurrected. Boom.
Someday I will catch up on everything. Someday my life will calm down and I will get back into a normal blog posting schedule. Someday I will be a millionaire and I will fly everyone I know to cool places. No lobster, no Lohan. Someday.
Oh! And I’m moving to India myself, a little over a month from now, to join Mr. Struggle, which means I have to get rid of many things. So get geared up for giveaways and hop over to my Etsy shop to scope out patterns for sale! I will be updating it as much as possible, and I’ve put two new patterns up today, so enjoy!