Full version of the cropped version I used as the main photo for these pettipants. I was sick that day but still had to make it werk. Speaking of making it werk, I decided it was time to re-visit the show that helped fire up my sewing inspiration pre-Burning Man 2009, “Project Runway”. There are three whole seasons I haven’t watched!

My other inspiring show for sewing/make-up/eleganza extravagaaaanzaaaa: “RuPaul’s Drag Race”, of course. Season 4 has started! Priorities!

Fascinating, beautifully filmed documentary about unconventional love: “Chris & Don: A Love Story“, about the life-long relationship between writer Christopher Isherwood and portrait artist Don Bachardy, 30 years his junior. Warning: it will make you cry.

“Adventures in Babysitting”: not likely to make you cry.

Ooooh, ahhhhhh…

I gave this citation to myself, for fun. Certainly I have been guilty of most of these, except maybe “leather issues”. “Sandals with socks”–never. “Stirrup stretch pants”–not since middle school!

Tiny fake foods meet regular-sized fake foods. Those grapes I bought for a headdress that somehow never materialized. Somedaaaaay!

The ladies at the fabric store talked me into buying this stuff while I was purchasing pettipants materials. They suggested it for flannel–I tested it on a scrap piece and didn’t really notice a difference. Not to mention I’m scared to screw up the pettipants fabric. Maybe it will be useful for work clothes? What do I know about starch?

My car has been at the shop for the past two days. It’s so screwed up that the mechanic told me he had never seen this particular problem before. He fixed it temporarily, but told me I need to bring it back to the head mechanic to really fix it. He’s not charging me for any of the work he did for the last two days, which is awesome.

Wanna know what caused the problem that jammed my doors up and froze the locking mechanism? This is a little hilarious: playa dust. Uh huh. Go figure.

“Did you notice this problem with the doors locking after Burning Man, by chance?” he asked me.

“Um…maybe.” Shit. Hey friends: get your car detailed after Burning Man! It’s apparently, er, worth it.