It Never Rains but It Pours

First, things first – singing! Tomorrow night is the annual Christmas concert at my church. It’s a great program of music, and the St. Malachy choir will be performing with the Bay Colony Brass (a 20 piece ensemble) and the Merrimack Valley Bell Ringers (not sure how many, at least 15). It’s a great time, and it’s free and open to the public. It starts at 7:30 – get there by 7 to get parking. I promise you’ll enjoy the show. I’ll be doing a solo: Maria Wiegenlied. It’s all taking place at St. Malachy Parish (aka “Our Lady of the Parabolas”), 99 Bedford St. Burlington

Next up, the coat is done except for the buttons. I may get too impatient and go to the local knitting store to find some fantastic buttons tomorrow. I’d like to wear it tomorrow night. What a sharp looking pattern!

Finally, the title. Some of you heard we got some wild ass weather here in the Boston area yesterday and today. I live on the North Shore, but I am far enough south and east to have missed the big ice storm. Thank you to my friends who have called and emailed to see how we’re doing. We only got rain – lots and lots of rain. Actually, for us, the worst part was Tuesday night, as the storm was starting to move in. We got a huge wind storm to start this whole mess. And on Wednesday morning, this is what we woke up to:
An 80-foot oak tree demolished our shed. Sigh… The tree guys came out. Of course, they can never come out and take down just one tree. 5 trees and a whole lot of money later, our back yard is pretty much denuded. Hoover is bereft.

Tomorrow I’ll try to finish the coat and post a review. Until then,
Happy sewing!

The Verdict is In – Wrap Dress

I know – the Burda is all traced and ready to go – what am I, crazy? No, but I am leery of making something that I won’t wear. Here’s what happened. The comments seem evenly divided on the Vogue wrap vs Burda Muse-knockoff. Then I got this email from Camille:

A word of warning on that Burda dress pattern. Typical of Burda there is a serious cleavage factor. The long version works well because the weight of the fabric is enough hold down the excess fabric from the pleat in the front. I made a shorter version…. Major maternity look…ouch.

Ouch indeed! Major maternity is not what I am looking for at this point. I did it twice and that was plenty, thank you. And if you ever met Camille you would know that if it makes her look pregnant (Camille is tall and willowy), it will make me look like I’m a fireplug carrying triplets.

So I think I’ll go with the Vogue wrap. Fear not – I may make the long version of the Burda dress yet. I bought some fabulous fabric that is the same print as the Bold Boho Chic, but in a different colorway (no it will not be going up on Gorgeous Fabrics, sorry). I think that might make a fun dress.
On a completely different note (so to speak), tonight it’s back to choir practice, even though we are currently without a pastor, which totally stinks. It will be good to get back to singing with the group again. Since Father Lenny left, I keep getting paying gigs at other churches, so I haven’t been to my own very much this summer. We’re still going to do the big concerts at Christmas. I hope we have a permanent priest by then. Right now it feels like we’re the Island of Misfit Toys. No one wants us. Sniff
Oh well, enough of that. Off to do the adjustments to the Vogue.
Happy sewing!

Miss Me?

I finally was able to rouse myself out of bed on Thursday. In fact, I actually felt about 85% on Thursday (after spending Sunday through Wednesday hovering around 10%, when I was conscious). Thank God for DH and DSes. They were wonderful, and left me pretty much alone to get better. I did drag myself out of bed to take Hoover to the vet on Wednesday afternoon. That just took a colossal effort and some super-strength Advil Cold and Sinus to make that trip possible. Poor Hoover, on Sunday developed a huge thing on his nose. It popped up out of nowhere, and it crusted over and fell off, leaving a rather nasty looking thing behind. Ew! Even my flu-addled brain managed to get pretty grossed out. So we took him to the vet, who did a smear on his nose. It turns out it is a type of benign tumor that affects young dogs. It will clear up and go away on its own. It’s already looking much better.

That was Wednesday. Thursday I woke up feeling much better. I still couldn’t taste anything (for that matter, I still can’t). I had missed out on helping Emmett with the Shecky’s Girls Night Out on Tuesday and Wednesday, but I checked with DH, who said “Go”, and called Emmett to tell him I could come help if he needed it. He said, “C’mon down!” So I did. Before I left, my friend Barb, who had been there the night before helping, called me to give me the lowdown.

“Okay, by about 8:00, you’re just going to be grabbing their drinks and holding them so they don’t spill them on the cashmere coats.”

“Got it. What else?”

“That’s about it. They drink like Rock Stars at this thing. It’s sponsored by Midori, so it’s all those nasty sours.”

“Got it. I can deal. Thanks!”

So I went into Boston and parked my car at the garage near the Cyclorama. The event started at 5. I got there about 20 minutes early, wearing one of Emmett’s dresses and a pair of boots that DH bought from him for my Hannukah present. I was stylin’. Pale, but stylin’. When I got there, the line was already out the door, and the vibe was electric. I went upstairs past the attendees and found Emmett. We prepped stuff and got ready to push coats. He had some absolutely gorgeous (and I know from gorgeous) cashmere coats, and as he said, “I don’t want to haul any of them back to New York.” Check.

At 5, the event opened, and the place was flooded with women. It was a lot of fun. We had a great location, and folks were coming over and falling all over Emmett and the clothes. We were really selling like crazy, and in an hour we had sold a dozen coats.

And then.

At 7:22, just when the event was really taking off.

The lights went out.

Seriously. Frickin’ NStar (formerly Boston Edison) was working around the corner and blew the power for a 4 block radius. Sh*t!!! Two women were pulling out their credit cards to buy coats when the power went off. Emmett asked if they could write checks (yes), and I stood over them holding my cell phone with the light on to illuminate them while they wrote!

The city shooed all of the non-vendor attendees out. 5 minutes later, the lights came back on, but they wouldn’t let the event reopen. You want to see some seriously pissed off women? This was the place to look. Boozed up, ready to shop, able to see their quarry through the doors, but a dozen burly Boston cops stand between them and their hearts’ desires. We nearly had a riot on our hands. The Midori folks started pouring really strong drinks for the vendors. I wasn’t drinking (couldn’t taste anything and I’m not into green drinks anyway), but more than a few vendors drowned their sorrows.

We broke down and Emmett tallied up the sales. Despite the shortened hours, we did really well. If we had had the full night, I think it would have been a pretty spectacular sale. While I’m sorry for Emmett’s sake that the night didn’t go until 10, I have to admit that I was just as happy to be home early.

Tonight I am going to try to sing at the Easter Vigil. I am singing the part of Gabriel in Haydn’s “The Heavens are Telling” from “The Creation”. My pipes have felt okay throughout this flu, though I certainly haven’t tried to push it at all. We’ll see how I fare. I’ll take it easy during most of the mass and let other folks do the heavy vocal lifting.

Needless to say, I have done nothing on the Chanel Jacket. That one can wait. Today I worked on an alteration for a friend who’s going to a black tie wedding next week. I’m going to do an easy project tomorrow after all the Easter singing is done:

Jalie’s Criss Cross Top. I think I may make it in this funky print from Gorgeous Fabrics:

Bold Boho Jersey. And I’ll probably trim it with pink rayon jersey. That should give me something to do while the roast is in the oven. We’re not having anyone over for Easter this year, which is fine by me. After last week, I definitely don’t have the time to do a big Easter feast. But I will make challah. That’s always fun, and the kids enjoy helping. Plus, it can rise while we’re at church.

Happy singing, sewing and whatever!

This Weekend, I AM Making That Jacket!

If you can believe, I have been unable to get into my sewing room all week, except for making a key leash for my BeSewStylish post. And face it, that doesn’t count. I have been so busy that I can barely find time to eat, never mind work on my Easter outfit. But that was then; this is now. Easter is a week from Sunday and dammit, I need a new jacket!

So I’m off to the sewing room. Good thing I don’t have to sing at Palm Sunday services both Saturday night and Sunday morning, then work with Emmett at his booth in the Boston Shecky’s Girls Night Out on Tuesday and Wednesday, then sing the Triduum services on Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights, huh? Well, it’s easy. I won’t sleep.

Happy sewing!

The Dress

Okay. Four days, one singing gig, and a seemingly endless case of exhaustion later, here is The Dress in all it’s glory. I wore The Dress (same I wore at the Project Runway party) at a singing gig I did this afternoon. I performed Purcell: Come All Ye Songsters, Fairest Isle and Sweeter than Roses. What Fun! The Dress is an Emmett McCarthy from the Fall 2007/Winter 2008 line. And can I tell you? It is so comfortable!! Okay – much as I hate to say it, the PR season is now officially over. Sigh… Well, on to other fabulosity!

Easter singing and sewing is up next. Until then..
Happy sewing!

What Kind of Nerd Be I?

As if you couldn’t guess:

What Be Your Nerd Type?

Your Result: Musician

Doo doo de doo waaaa doo de doo! (<– That's you playing something.) Everyone appreciates the band/orchestra geeks and the pretty voices. Whether you sing in the choir, participate in a school/local band, or sit at home writing music, you contribute a joy to society that everyone can agree on. Yay! Welcome to actually doing something for poor, pathetic human souls. (Just kidding.)

Drama Nerd
Literature Nerd
Science/Math Nerd
Artistic Nerd
Social Nerd
Gamer/Computer Nerd
Anime Nerd
What Be Your Nerd Type?
Quizzes for MySpace

Oh Happy Day

Merry Christmas to those who celebrate it, and a lovely holiday season to all! May this season bring peace to our world and joy to each of you.

And I think, what the heck, let’s extend the Sale at Gorgeous Fabrics for a few more days, shall we? Why not?

I’m heading off to sing at Christmas Eve Mass. I’m wearing my Butterick 5078. And in case you just can’t get enough of it, here’s an instant replay of ‘Poor Mary’:

If that gives you problems, Click Here and you should see the video.

Have a splendid Whatever!

Black is Black….

I got a very sweet note from Miriam the other day. She said, in effect, “Yeah, nice singing and all, Ann, but let’s get down to brass tacks. What did you wear???”

Fair question. Concert dress was all black for the ladies, so I pulled out a couple of concert standbys. First up was a camisole that I made back in 2005, Simplicity 5327 (now out of print):

For a skirt, I wore my slit-up-to-there silk straight skirt that I wear for most concerts:

But I didn’t have anything black to wear with the cami, so I made a repeat of my fave-rave New Look 6543 Shrug. Here it is with the cami underneath.

So that’s what I wore. I don’t have a picture of me in it, but I completed the outfit with heels and fishnets.

Happy sewing!

Yes, I AM a Glutton for Punishment

But I work best under pressure, and last night didn’t turn out too badly:

If you are seeing Project Rungay, try refreshing your screen, and if that still doesn’t work, Click Here and you should see the video.

A few caveats:

The first few minutes are rather nausea-inducing, while DH tried to figure out where to hold the camera

The sound and video quality are not very good – it was done on a disposable video camera.

And on the total-bummer end of things, because I’m so exhausted and woke up late, I can’t make it to Emmett’s event with Tim Gunn! Waaaahh! I talked with my darlings Tom and Lorenzo this morning, and they said that “It’s his own Bryant Park!”

So if you are in the area, please stop by Emmett’s store at 240 Elizabeth St. between Houston and Prince, tell him Ann sent you and buy yourself (or someone special) something fabulous!

Happy fashion and sewing!