Superbowl Sunday

I am throwing out a quick update before I head out to a Super Bowl party.  I am not of course interested in the game, mostly hanging in the kitchen with my girlfriend, though the commercials interest me, and I’ll be especially curious as to who is actually going to be advertising with the current economic crisis.  And my step-sister is a marketer, so our conversations the following week are much like a critical analysis of a current art exhibition at the MET.  But I can catch the commercials tomorrow online, without having to be bothered following the game.  And my daughter is recording the game, so we can fast forward through it and only watch the commercials.  Now that’s a switch….

My husband returned safely this morning, about 5am, from Mumbai, India.  It was a long 16 hour non stop, but he is home, and in his suitcase were 10 georgeous silk saris, he picked some lovely colors.  I use these for linings, and trims, both of the coats photographed over the last week had saris for linings.  All ten saris cost around $90, and each one contains yards of material.

I believe there was a enjoyable chick flick recently, titled “27 Dresses”.  Something about a perennial bridesmaid who had a wardrobe full of the oddest collection of prom gown/bridesmaid dress/costume ensembles.  When I walk into my studio, I feel like I just opened her closet, hanging from the archway between the two halves of my studio, are actually 27 garments, I counted them last night after I blogged, though two of them are mens trousers.  They are almost all prom type dresses, some wedding types, beaded, sequined, and I’m a bit overwhelmed looking at the rack of alterations I need to do in the next few days.  This is where the “One Day at a Time” slogan comes into play.  In this case it is “One Dress at a Time…”  I managed to work through three of them last night, burning the midnight oil, and I am getting into the rhythm of down and dirty sewing, no handwork allowed, constantly remembering, “It won’t be seen from the audience”.  That is my new mantra.  And if any of you know my work, you will know that this is the complete antithesis of how I usually work.  The sewing needle and thimble are my best friends.  Alas, that won’t get me through this stack of froth.  So, tomorrow, I’ll attack the next group, but for today, I have a party to attend, and a day to pay attention to my world traveling husband…