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It’s the Internet.

As I told Beca T. Weed today, “The Mayan calendar must be right. The end of the world is near!”

Whether I like it or not, I have joined Twitter.

As I explained on the With Care Facebook page:

It’s with deep soul searching that I’ve decided to abandon Facebook for the greene

r lands of Twitter. I didn’t really want to do it, my attention span is short enough as is and doesn’t need any encouragement. I know that Twitter can be a divisive topic. I’m sorry if I’m slighting anyone but I’d love to be able to offer With Care promotions and contests to more than 15-40 people without having to pay for access to the other 345-320, you know? I’ll leave all this goodness up for future internet archeologists to find and please feel free to add me to your buddies on Instagram or Twitter @withcarejewelry on both.

So. That’s kind of a bummer. A lot of people spent a lot of time working hard to promote their businesses and gain interested followers. It’s appalling to see the company that we made successful hold all of those connections hostage.

And now for my monthly Instagram photopuke.

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Via Air Mail and Others.

So, I guess it has been a while since I’ve posted anything about making stuff or stuff that has been made.

I’ve been making lots, but it’s been kind of a-directional making. Or maybe just an uninteresting kind of making. Or a non-photographic making. I’ve been making dates and adventures and friends and dinner. Making time to walk the dog and renew my driver’s license and file my taxes. I’ve made my closet clean and tidy and switched out some of my winter wears for something more colorful and springy. I’ve made new packaging for the store and I’ve been working on making consistent branding. I made the choice to sign up for an e-course (of all things! I feel that paying money for someone’s opinion of good business practices is very not-me since I have so very many opinions of my own, thank-you-very-much.)  And I’ve been trying to make a little time each week to just kind of veg out and read and be by myself in an atmosphere of “no pressure”. That’s something that I find very difficult to do.

The above necklace was made in celebration of having a working printer, finally (like, about 5+ years included in that “finally”). Maybe you remember these cute “Via Air Mail” labels that I acquired over the summer? They were the belle of this post, for sure.

I don’t think that I will keep these in stock forever, but for now, they are a fun little thing. Get them before I become bored or sick of red, white, and blue colorways (impossible!)

On another tangent, I’ve spent part of my free time today thinking about things I like versus things I don’t like. This is the up/downside to having a job where you spend 8 hours not talking to anyone.

It has occurred to me that I like:

Food trucks – Short hair on top paired with girly clothes on the bottom – Karen Walker sunglasses – Wearing loafers with no socks – My new hot water bottle. It will have a post all of its own – Wearing pants after years of not really wearing many pants – The part in the new J. Crew catalog where the lady being profiled talks about how her son likes it when she paints his toenails pink – All those hours I spent painting boys fingernails at the end of the lunch table in the 7th grade – Pictures of my dog*

I am pretty sure that I don’t like:

Fancy underwear – Patterned tights – The word “booties” – The extraneous hat becoming the new extraneous scarf, sartorially – Non-poor people who think they know what’s best for real poor people – Jumping the season, sartorially – Ivy League college students crusading for “justice”.

*Martin, trying to snipe my crossword puzzle. Back off, beastie.

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To Creatures with a Little Less than Love.

Do you remember when I was pissing myself over the Dear Creatures Pigeon dress at the beginning of the fall?

Here’s a recap, just in case.

You don’t even know the half of it, friends. Even my boyfriend doesn’t know because he was rarely home when I would return from work and feverishly check through every site I could find that was selling DC. It was bad. It was really, really bad. I had a problem and I was just so ready to throw money at it.

Finally, woo hoo!, the day came and the ubiquitous “second party internet boutique image” was up and all over the place.

Guys. Styling is important. Seeing Budget Cher Horowitz modeling this sad, slouchy dress put those $150 beans right back into the bottom of my pocket. But then, a few weeks ago, Swirl.com had a DC sale and yes, I got caught up in the madness. The dress was almost a $100 off and they had the red and grey version- which I liked even more than the navy/cream because for the past year and running red/grey is my fav and go-to color combo. Now you know, Mom.

Then, there was some waiting.

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But wait! Today, it was waiting for me on my back staircase, yay! Enjoy this feeling of elation. It won’t last long.

I had heard tons and tons of adulation for this brand. I was even confused and believed that they manufactured their goods in, my home sweet home, the U S of A. Ha! Whoops! The first thing I was struck with was a nice, little “CHINA MADE” tag. Surely, something nice has been made in China. But I’m not sure what.

Bear in mind, I am not a textile expert (yet!) but I am a goddamn textile PROFESSIONAL. I made gorgeous clothes on the daily that retail for far less than the DC brand and, I’m convinced, are of far greater quality:

While I understand that knitwear is far more specific and delicate work than your normal, commercial garment construction, I was very, very underwhelmed by what I held in my hands.

Pros: the stripes lined up, it was soft.

Cons: Oh lord. Where to begin?

The fabric: textile content reads “45.1% Cotton, 36.9% Acric 18% Polyurethane”. We’ll assume that “acric” was a misprint of the word “acrylic” because “acric” is a variation of “Aceric” or “Pertaining to, or obtained from, the maple; as, aceric acid.” That could explain some shit. The weave is super fine and the knit itself is way too thin to be an unlined dress. I must have been crazy to believe that for 150 smackers I would be getting something that had a little life to it. Something heavier than most of the t-shirts that I own… and I’m not even talking about those rugged Hanes Beefy Tees that are scratchy and plasticy and take over a year to soften up.

Because the knit is so fine, the “fitted waist”, which is just a 3/2 rib, is ineffectual. It does nothing to shape the garment (note the blousey effect in the top picture) and does everything to create an unflattering band that doesn’t even hit at my waist.  It just looks like the reproductive section of an earth worm.

I really had to yank it down to get it that low.

Now, y’alls can take the easy route and just clamor and spam that my ass is just too fat to exist and, friend, there are days when I would agree with you. But I sincerely believe that clothing is a 3-D art and part of that is dressing a body that inhabit all three of those demensions.

I ordered a size large knowing that, with jugs like mine, I would fill out the top pretty well. No poofin’, no blousin’ expected.  But I’m really bummed by the proportions. I’m only 5’4″ and having problems with the torso length, so what about someone at all taller than me? Interestingly, the hem of the dress hits just above my knees- which I love. But again, what if you’re not 5’4″?  The dress is advertised as knee length and those proportions should change accordingly. If anything, since it is a knit and has a good deal of stretch (which was supposedly designed to be a little loose but you would never be able to tell by looking at the flat garment), editing for length should take charge over adjusting the width.

My most straight forward complaint is that the dress I received is not the one in the picture. On my dress, the stripes are bright, orangey red. It’s a much less lush color combination. Way more bicentennial/polyester/”virgin acrylic” style than “romantic winter nautica”. Also, the above buttons are a nice, pearly maroon whereas mine are a shiny, flat grey with silver edging around the outsides and the holes. It’s unsuited for the design and tres cheap looking. Sad face.

What a bummer, right? But at least I have a few solutions: 1) Wear a slip to remedy gross cling issues. If that doesn’t work,  2) hack out the waistband and sew the skirt to the top to create a babydoll dress. But mostly 3) this was such a disappointing experience. It’s like the internet lied to me!! Dear Creatures designs are so spot on, I almost feel no need to consider my future designing clothes because they’ve made so many things that I wish I had come up with!!! Until now, I’d looked at them with admiration. That’s over. Far, far over. I’ll content myself to hang out in my studio and make my own wardrobe riffing on their designs but with a greater concern towards fit and quality. Being good at making clothing requires knowing how clothes are actually made and how they actually fit. Let’s go back to the days when designers had to apprentice as tailors! Let’s go back to the days when you had to have a superior product! Let’s go back to the days when you had to know the full spectrum of your trade!

Sorry, Creatures.

Here's a great image that came up when I searched for "Pigeon Dress".

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Listless.

Last month, my pal, Alison, of High Hat Vintage, gifted me this really, really rad daily planner. It features an address book and is based on a system of To Do lists, not on dates. So much better for how I think about things: with a vague sense of time.

Oh yeah, did I mention that it looks super neato?

I don’t really like to be one of those bloggers who is all, “Look at all this cool stuff I have! I’m so cool and charming!” But I really like this thing and it’s different from any other planner that I’ve seen. Plus, it seems to fit in aesthetically with all the fall-is-coming gear I’ve been churning out. Branding, working on packaging, updating etsy, and taking photos are all hard, seemingly unending work. I spend an embarrassingly large amount of my time thinking about WITH CARE. It’s hard work, y’all! And how the crap do all those girls who take endless photos of themselves do it? I spent at least a half an hour in the bathroom trying to take photos of hair bows on my lovely dome and all I got was a heaping helping of humility!!! And a runny nose, because today, I feel kind of like crud. Bummer.

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Making a Spectacle.

It’s no secret that I hate summer.

But, I guess that it isn’t summer itself. Because vacation is great and the beach is great and ice cream and gardens and the sun setting at 9pm- all great. It’s just… the heat. Any robust hardiness that I have cultivated over the years just evaporates in the heat. And then there’s the humidity. At least it gives my ultra-fine, duck-fluff hair some shape.

So, on those hot, stifling summer days, I can’t help but seek the comfort of my window air conditioner in the bedroom. Sadly, this element isolation leads to social isolation and social isolation leads to the internet. And that leads to… buying eye glasses online.

Last year, Martin, my small dog, ate my prescription sun glasses. Like, not “chewed”.  “ATE”. But- I was able to find these, my dream specs, while I was shopping around for a new pair. I love them. I identify with them. THEY ARE ME. Is my favorite zine HEY! Four eyes! checking this out? Because 2010/2011 Ms. Specs-Appeal is right here, kids!!!!! The perfect blue. The perfect curve. So cool.

But, I know what can happen. Dogs will chew; butts will sit; cars will smash head first into intrepid girl cyclists. My love may be eternal, but my glasses will probably not last forever in this cruel world. So, why not make the most of cowering from the mid-day heat by searching for other pairs of Art Craft browlines on the internet?

And I did.

And, in the end, despite casting my net wide and the inevitable heart break of the amazing black and white, new condition frames that got away at the last second, I was able to net 2 pairs for under 10 bucks each.

Photographing glasses with lenses in them is difficult and photographing yourself with something that isn’t an iMac is a pretty funky process for yours truly. It was hard to make both of us look okay.

Anyhow, these are aluminum Art Crafts, same shape as my spirit glasses, but in a lovely copper finish. And they have these great little flowers etched into the corners and the arms. I like how the bolts for the arms have been integrated into the design.

Pair 2 are not Art Craft at all, but Bausch and Lomb. I’ve never had a pair with this shape which is subtle, but still different than what I am used to. Also, as fab as those cartoonish cat-eyes are, I think this is as outlandish as I will go. I just want to look like a pretty girl, not someone who’s desperate for attention, or- as I say- “given to acts of look-at-me-ism”.

This was more of an experiment. The arms on the glasses are in crap shape, but I have a feeling that snooping and proper questioning of my ever-obliging optometrist will yield some success.

Thank you for entertaining me in this blogging venture. I’m hard at work on WITH CARE business. Spending money with hopes of making money and all that. And making it look uniform, cool, and uniformly cool. We all know that money is cool, but isn’t being cool the coolest cool?

Here’s to a season of not being hot, just around the bend. (hurry! hurry!)

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