Author: Becky

LJ Runway Monday: Finale, Part 2 (PR 8:14)

The final episode of Season 8 of Lifetime’s Project Runway aired last week, with three designers showing at Fashion Week and the winner announced. Five of five people at The Compound disagreed with the outcome.

Hopefully those of you who’ve stuck with my dolls throughout this season won’t be as disappointed by my results. I was a little miffed during Episode 10, the “make your own fabric” challenge, because that had been my plan all along for my final collection.

First, I painted sixteen 9×18 pieces of unbleached muslin:

I further challenged myself by deciding that I couldn’t cut the fabric. I could sew it, but after showing the collection, I wanted to be able to remove the designs from my models, take out all the stitching, and once again have intact paintings. I’m putting my twelve (plus one–the Heidi challenge) looks behind a cut because there are a lot of photos.

Click here to see the designs, please.

Yay for a sense of humor

Jon Stewart, how I must love you. In spite of this headache and its gift of aura (a word that sounds better than the reality: flashing lights that impair vision and leave a person nauseated and disoriented), and even though my limited Internet time over the past few days has been devoted to watching The Office (and season five just ended on a high note, making me long to start season six!), I watched your “Rally to Restore Sanity” on a live feed.

Plenty of high points: witty/funny homemade signs and T-shirts in the crowd, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar–who, by the way, is also a chronic migraine sufferer–dwarfing everyone else on stage (literally a high point!), a guest appearance by R2-D2, good music, sartorial satirist Stephen Colbert, and the sane keynote address from Jon himself. Probably the sound bite most people will hear from his speech: When we amplify everything, we hear nothing.

Indeed.

Sort of related: To show that I also have a sense of humor about myself, and maybe to give Marika a chance to show that WE CAN ALL BE CIVIL NO MATTER WHAT*, I decided to post this autographed photo I stumbled across last night when I was looking for something else.


Signed by Rod Morgenstein, Reb Beach, and Kip Winger when I met them in 1993.

I wonder why Jon Stewart didn’t get Winger to perform at “The Rally to Restore Sanity?”

*Nephews: This also applies to you if you see this on Facebook.

Food memory

It stuns me that we ever had leftover biscuits when I was growing up, since my mother’s biscuits were so good. I didn’t eat them, so maybe that’s why. My mother used to freeze the leftovers and when there were enough, she’d make chocolate bread pudding with them. That I liked.

When I knew my brother was planning to visit, I started hoarding and saving leftover biscuits because I intended to surprise him with chocolate bread pudding. I even found a recipe online that seemed very similar to my mother’s.

Only I forgot about the Ziplock bag in the freezer while David was here. Sorry. I made it tonight for Tom and Tim. Must have tasted okay, because this is what the 8×8 dish looked like when I took my migraine to bed early:

The recipe is here, if you’re interested.

Busy Monday

This photo is from 2006, but since I didn’t get a sticker when I early-voted today, I figured I could recycle it.

I’ve also: watered the lawn, raked several piles of leaves and pine needles, gone to the post office and bank, worked out at the gym, and started cooking dinner.

Don’t you feel like a slacker? No?

Did you vote, too?

Button Sunday

Today is United Nations Day. The UN focuses its global commitments on:

  • Achieving universal primary education.
  • Eradicating extreme poverty and hunger.
  • Improving maternal health.
  • Ensuring environmental sustainability.
  • Promoting gender equality and empowering women.
  • Combating HIV/AIDS, malaria, and other diseases.
  • Reducing child mortality.
  • Creating development partnerships.

Working out well…for ME

Friday night, The Brides came over for craft night. I was the only one who crafted (you’ll see the result of that in my Sunday night post), but that’s okay, because the other reason for getting together was to celebrate their fourth anniversary. Earlier that day, I tried to make a cake, but someone had put a couple of deli pickles in the butter compartment of the refrigerator. The pickle smell had permeated the stick of butter I used, so that batter got thrown out, and I made a second, more successful cake.

Saturday, their anniversary celebration continued with a brunch at Rhonda’s parents’ house. While there, Rhonda dived into her old toy box and brought something back for me. It’s a donation to my collection–one I didn’t have before today:


1969 Twist N Turn Barbie, often called “The Marlo” because of her Marlo Thomas That Girl hair flip.
I LOVE HER!

Thank you, Rhonda. You should have anniversaries more often, I think.