Yesterday I lost track of time and was still sewing when Moondoggie got home, so I prioritized a sushi date night over blogging. But here I am, bright and early, to tell you all about what I got up to.
There was some super-exciting mail yesterday-- my first Plum from The Plum of the Month Club
A neat antique typewriter key necklace in a nifty plum-painted box with a plum collage card. It was made by Mary Andrews of Contrary, and I am looking forward to adding it to my fall wardrobe!
Also speaking of my fall wardrobe, the dress is done
*photo courtesy of Moondoggie
Eh. I like the green corderoy, but the dress just isn't as cute as I want it to be--it is kind of sack-like and teachery. I think I need to cut the pattern down a size and try it again. Don't get me wrong, I will wear this, but it didn't pass my "cute thing I made" test, which is an affirmative answer to the question "if I tried this on in a shop would I HAVE to have it?" No, I would in fact put it back on the rack unless it was on incredibly super-sale. I don't think the pattern is a total loss, though, so we'll go again! I have some black twill (bought for a skirt I never made) for the next time around, and I think instead of facing it I will trim the neck and armholes with bias tape, and add a fun trim to the hem as well.
Maybe instead of making the dress smaller I should just grow into it?
Big being the theme for yesterday, like the dress, I made these cookies a bit too generous in size. The recipe comes from this book. I do not make my own ice cream, and am pretty sure I will not in the future(but never say never!). However, these cookies are absurdly good-- like fudgy, barely-baked brownies in cookie form. The recipe calls for using a 2 1/4 inch ice cream scoop to scoop out the dough for the right sized cookie. Perhaps people who do make their own ice cream have different, precisely sized ice cream scoops for various jobs. I feel proud of myself for having ONE ice cream scoop in an imprecise and obviously rather too large size. Next time I'll go with a heaping tablespoon of dough for each cookie so they are a bit more manageable. Their largeness made them splurge into each other on the baking sheets and break apart when approached by a spatula, but did not affect their taste. Mmmmm... Please, San Francisco friends, come over and save me from myself by eating a cookie?