Everything You See Before Me is Mine...Why does so much of it need to be hemmed?
Sunday, 19 December 2010
We Have Experienced Technical Difficulties
Sunday, 3 October 2010
Jacket to Jumper - Part 2
Friday, 1 October 2010
Jacket to Jumper - Step 1
Friday, 24 September 2010
And The Winner Is....
With two blog comment votes, one vote on Deadwood and one email vote the dress wins! I'll be starting the project this weekend so keep an eye out for updates.
However,
There were two Facebook votes and one comment vote for the vintage jacket, so I'll do that one second. (It was also my fave idea so I'm kind of cheating.)
Friday, 17 September 2010
Makeover!
It's a men suit jacket, size 41 (£3.50! Go charity shops!). Originally I was going to make a sort of A-line pinafore dress out of it, but then I started thinking of all the other things I could make and now I can't decide. I could make the dress, or I could simply alter the jacket to fit me and have a nice pinstripe jacket for work; or I could cut it a bit differently, to a vintage design and have a vintage style coat for work. I could turn it into a warm winter-type jacket, a shirt, or abandon clothes altogether and make it into a laptop bag or a shoulder bag. This is where you come in: I want you to vote on what I should make this jacket into.
Whatever I make I'll document the transformation here, with instructions. Call it the first in a series of tutorials in Makeover fashion. Some of the options listed above are pretty complicated so I'm going to give you three choices:
1.) A dress
2.) A vintage-style jacket for work
3.) A shoulder bag
Voting closes one week from today at noon GMT.
Monday, 13 September 2010
Flexicado Review
At least that’s the theory that the marketing people have used to brainwash me. In practice the flexicado is… well to be honest it’s crap not bad actually….on the third try.
Wrapables.com* has this to say:
Simply slide the slicer's flexible head through an avocado half, and in one smooth motion, you can easily create 8 perfect segments
Amazon.co.uk * says:
This flexible slicer is ideal for preparing avocado. Simply cut the fruit in half and one scoop removes the flesh and slices it at the same time. It is made from nylon, which is firm yet flexible and works on any size of avocado.
The first time I tried it, I think that the avocados were too hard. At least, I blame the fact that I couldn’t get the flexicado to make a dent in the advocado on being too eager to try it and not waiting for the avocado to ripen. Ok fair enough, rookie mistake.
The second time, I tried it on a very small Haas avocado and blamed the failure on the size difference.
So far, so Failcado! I'd tried it twice and both times it had let me down. Things were looking bad.
I probably should have suspected some difficulties from the promotional images (courtesy of the Chef’n blog - http://chefnblog.com/ ).
You have this:
And then, magically:
Nothing to show the journey through the middle - and no tips on ripeness.
I decided to give it one more chance. This time I was ready.
The avocado was ripe: nearly a week on the kitchen window had prepared it.
It was the perfect size: I’d carefully measured it in the shop.
My tools were ready: I'd sufficiently flexed the flexicado to warm it up and be sure I could do this final trial justice - I even had an audience: the lovely S having been invited for dinner and then bullied into taking photos* - nothing but fun when you come to my house!
I sliced the fruit open, de-pitted it and lined up the flexicado.
Started smoothly:
Had a nice trip through the middle:
And though getting it out at the end was tricky, all in all not bad. Result:
Even better with balsamic.
Overall Score: 6/10
Food Presentation: 6.5 out of 10 Result was a bit mushy (-1 point), but not bad form-wise. Slight hiccup getting it to let go of the slices at the end though (-2 points) –could muck thing up if culinary perfection is your watchword. Quite a bit of flesh left in the skin too.*
Waiting a few extra days for the avocado to ripen resulted in a rather unfortunate texture change, and was not really all that enjoyable taste wise – even with loads of balsamic. Now, to be fair, I waited a LONG-ass time to slice this avocado. Normally I wait two, maybe three days max before eating them – not a week as I did here. I suppose in a tricolour salad or mixed with other things the taste and texture might not be as noticeable or as offensive so I’m only taking off half a point for this (-0.5 points).
Ease of use – 8.5 out of 10. Once I got it started it does slice through the avocado easily. You definitely need to give it a good flex beforehand though to make sure that it fits your particular avocado and that you are using it on a properly – perhaps almost over-ripe fruit (-1.5 for the extra warm up) I’ve already taken off 2 points for the problems I had getting the slices out of the flexicado so won’t take off any more here.
Wash up: 10/10: This thing goes in the dishwasher. Mine came out nice and clean. This is an easy point gain. Basically, if you can put in in the machine and it comes out clean, it gets 10, if it can't - 5 at most. I hate dishes.
Penalty points: -2 for failed attempts. An object like this should be idiot proof. I'm frequently an idiot. Three tries to get it to work is two tries too many.
All this testing has me thinking though - the Flexicado is essentially a one trick pony. There must be some other uses for it. Stay tuned.
*They sell the flexicado. They have nothing to do with me.
*They also sell the flexicado and I only wish they had something to do with me.
*Not really - S isn't bully-able, she's just great.
*This may be down to user error – I’ve only successfully used this thing once but I would be disappointed if this was the standard result. I went back to the skin afterwards and could scrape out a decent portion with a spoon. Bit of a waste.
Wednesday, 1 September 2010
Things You Cannot Name a Dog
Earlier we had been talking about the rules of the English language (my dad and I frequently have this kind of conversation. Some people take their kids fishing, my Dad talks to me about rules of syntax and diction. I like it this way.) We became fixated on the fact that there are some rules that we simply cannot explain. For example: I can say 'the long, thin, metal rod' but saying 'the metal, thin, long rod' sounds wrong and I automatically reject it as an option when deciding word order. Why? What is the rule that governs this? How does my brain know that 'long thin metal rod' works but the other options don't when no one has told me what the rule is? I can't sufficiently explain it and neither can he. But we both know that the words belong in a certain order and we will always follow that undefined rule.
Back to the dog discussion.
In the same way that there are word orders that are correct and word orders that we reject, there are some things that you simply cannot name a dog. Not without it being strange. Why is this? What rules govern the naming of dogs and why is it weird to name a dog Jason? Not that my Dad wants to name the dog Jason. He just wonders why he can't. The problem boiled down to three basic points:
There are some names that work for dogs that don't work for people, like Spot.
There are some names that work for both people and dogs, like Max.
And then there are people names that simply do not work for Dogs:
Gregory.
Ruth.
Michael.
Think about it. You have a dog, some kind of spaniel maybe. A nice dog, maybe a bit drool-y and he chews your shoes, but he's sweet. You introduce him to a friend and you say; 'This little guy is Robert. We got him from Animal Control.'
No.
Bob works - I know of a lovely Bob-the-Dog, but Bob isn't short for Robert. Max, Rex, Heather, Rosie, Holly, Abbie, Angus and Norman work. So it isn't a rule against giving animals people names. Some people names simply don't compute. Robert, as a dog name, doesn't work. Neither do Susan, Anita, Peter, Maria, Anthony, David or Tracy.
Seriously - can you picture yourself in a park shouting 'Peter! Peter come back here! Get away from that duck!'
I can't. It seems silly and I would never name my dog Peter.
Why?
We talked about it for awhile and could only come up with vague boundaries - things that are not part of the rule but which help narrow it down:
- It has nothing to do with being able to add an 'ie' to the end - Ruthie and Suzie don't work any better on a dog than Ruth or Susan, though they both work for people.
- More formal versions of names are not automatically out - both Michael and Gregory are out (as are Mike and Greg) but Max and Maximilian work (though we conceded that Maximilian might only work on some dogs - probably a sheepdog).
- Traditional names sometimes work and sometimes don't: you can't call a dog Edmund, Edward, Timothy or but you can get away with Arthur and Norman.
My father has decided that as he cannot explain the rule, he's going to flout it. The current front runners for the name of the new dog are Gary and Elizabeth. My mother, who has no choice but to take part in these conversations when they happen, is angling for Harriet or Susan. The decision on 'to dog or not to dog' seems to have been decided in favour of 'to dog'. All because you can't name a dog Gregory.
I'll let you know how poor Gary/Elizabeth/Harriet/Susan gets on.
Things That Baffle Me - UPDATE
I've been reliably informed that they had to get rid of it.
Not because the batteries died, not because the light went out. Nope.
They had to get rid of it because there is nowhere to add more pepper.
Tuesday, 17 August 2010
Jane! Get Me Off This Crazy Thing!
Fast Fashion means that we can all be on the cutting edge of fashion if we want to be. It also means that we are all on the cutting edge of fashion if we want to be.
Why is this a bad thing I hear you ask?
Well, to put it simply, no-one knows how to dress themselves anymore.
I’m not talking about some tragic loss of manual dexterity that means we are all walking around with our trousers undone and our heads up our sleeves, but a much more fundamental loss: a loss of individual style.
Sure we all have a great pair of jeans or a fantastic party dress, but we all have the same jeans and the same party dress. We have drawer after drawer (or in my case pile after pile) of one-hit wonders. Clothes that were in for a minute, but went out just as quickly. High-waist jeans? Braided leather belts? Breton stripes? I’m not wearing any of these anymore but I bet I can find them stashed in a bin bag somewhere ready to go to charity. I also bet I didn’t pay more than £9.00 for any of them.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not standing on some high moral ground surrounded by Harris Tweed and Hermes handbags; I’m as guilty of succumbing to Fast Fashion as anyone else. I sort of love that I can read about the new trends at fashion week and get it in the shops almost the next day - at a fraction of the cost of the real thing. What I don’t love is that I only get to wear it once because it falls apart the first time I try to wash it, or that the fabric doesn’t breathe and even though my outfit is the latest thing, I look horrible because I feel like I’m trapped in a Bikram Yoga studio. The real problem for me though is that before I can really wear in my new pair of shoes/jeans/jacket/whatever, and get them really comfortable, I abandon them for the next new thing. I never feel comfortable in any of it. I always feel like I’m wearing someone else’s new clothes. I never feel like me.
Grace Kelly had access to any designer she wanted, whenever she wanted. But she also kept the same style of Hermes bag for most of her life and rarely discarded old clothes, often wearing her favourite pieces several times. The gown she wore to accept her Oscar, was the same gown that she wore to the premier of the film a year earlier. Can you imagine that happening now? Can you imagine any Hollywood actress wearing the same dress to two red carpet events a year apart and not getting ripped apart by the press for it? Kelly wore things that suited her, wore them repeatedly and over a period of several years. That’s Slow Fashion. That’s style.
Fast Fashion is like Fast-food and recently, for me anyway, it has taken on the same negative connotations. Cheap, in every sense of the word, Fast Fashion is quickly forming its own Pacific Gyre, a vortex of polyester/cotton blended knits, smelling faintly of cheap perfume and Axe body spray.
I was wrong. I do know how I feel about Fast Fashion. It doesn’t make me happy, it doesn’t make me a better person and it certainly doesn’t help my bank balance.
Maybe it means I’m getting old, or maybe it means I’m falling off the style radar once and for all, but I’m getting off this crazy gyre and going to join the Slow Fashion movement instead.
I’m going to buy things that will still look good next month and will last until next year, or for the next five years. I’m going to think about what I already have in my closet (read: pile on the floor) before I buy something new: if it doesn’t go with at least two things, I’m not buying it. I don’t think I need 7 pairs of black stilettos. I certainly don’t need 6 pairs of red shoes. And I really don’t need 15 white t-shirts with slightly different sleeves. I just don’t.