Oh HAI. My name is oonaballoona, and I have a problem. AND PROJECT SEWN IS TOTALLY ENABLING IT.
But really, I can't place all the blame on Elizabeth & liZ. I've been a sewing addict for seven years running now (and no itch in sight). It all started when Ruggy and I moved briefly to LA, land of actors. A dear friend told me: if you want to stay sane out here, get a hobby. And for once I did what I was told. Immediately, it was clear that sewing was going to be much more than a hobby. It was an instant obsession. I didn't have to wear the whims of chain stores anymore, I could literally wear my heart on my multicolored sleeve.
My addiction has been well documented on my blog, oonaballoona, which was initially created to share our LA adventures with our family. In fact, oonaballoona from kalkatroona is one of many nicknames bestowed upon me by my parents as a wee girl-- marcy carsy and moosie catoosie also made appearances. These multiple monikers were certainly harbingers of my schizophrenic style to come. Add actress to the equation, and you have a tipsy combination that sometimes sends fashion sense (or maybe sense of any kind?) running for the hills.
Joyfully, life has found us (mainly) back in New York for some time now, but when the cold starts to creep in, I struggle with how to keep my personal style going. And oh, Project Sewn, you beautiful enabler, you're pushing me to bring all the things I love into my winter wardrobe: Color. Fancy. Irrationality. Noise. Fun. Y'ALL ARE THE BEST PUSHERS EVER.
So here's to making what we wear, and wearing what we like, whatever that may be... I raise my happily full glass to alla y'all!