There’s wisdom in picking your competition shrewdly, my spine bone will testify to this.
I once lived in an Asian country. I decided that I wanted something to do in the evenings after work, preferably an activity that killed two birds with one stone- entertained me and kept my body fit. So, I signed up for yoga classes, because I’d always been curious about it. I liked the idea of Yoga, besides, a regular gym was oh! so basic (I love how bourgie that sounds).
Ok, I’ll confess. The truth is that the treadmill actually looked like a weapon of torture to me. I was quite intimidated by it. How fast would it go? Would I stay on it? Would I fly off it? Many questions that have now been answered since I finally stepped on one 8 months ago.
I still remember my friend’s remarks upon learning that I’d signed up for the classes.
Go and sin no more, I assure you that the streets of heaven will be paved with hot, fresh-out-of-the-bubbly pan, golden brown, crisp puff-puff.
Ok, I’ll come clean, my actual agenda at weddings is the finger food a.k.a. Small Chops (SC). No Sir, the rice-moinmoin-plantain-coleslaw-and-chicken combo just won’t cut it. That’s my Sunday Lunch Holy Grail (SLHG) anyway, and I firmly believe that some things should be kept sacred.
See, I don’t have time for wedding reception waiters who ignore my meaningful stares, my gently raised eyebrows, pregnant with hints, and that subtle cock of my ‘Yellow Sisi’ head towards the (more…)
I have major Ostrich Syndrome (OS). When faced with unpleasantness, I simply bury my head in the sand and drift off to my happy place.
It’s a coping mechanism of sorts, that explains how I still managed to dance to ♫ “Ijo Shina” ♫ in my car (thank you 90.9 FM), wiggling with enthusiasm beneath the seat belt on my way to work, while relentless Lagos Traffic was (with a smirk, no less) gleefully wasting scarce petrol that I grudgingly purchased at the black market, “chai!”- inducing premium price.
Why the daughter of the village goldsmith still goes about without earrings, is the riddle that is (more…)
So, someone I know gave me gist of her conversation with a someone she knows, and it went thus:
My someone: I am traveling tomorrow o
Her someone: PJ ?
My someone: *blank confused stare*
Her someone: (ever so casually) Private Jet
My someone: (amused laugh) ah no, commercial
Who’d have thought that private jets would become so mainstream in certain circles, considering the harsh economic realities in Nigeria (ignore the gasp-inducing outlier that is the senators’ salaries)?.
Perhaps, it provides room for the less fortunate to be inspired and to aspire to be whatever it is that affords one the PJ life, but the wide income gap is rather disheartening.
My “must-not -blink” face
Well, I made a lovely new dress and I flew commercial with Burda Air :-D. It was my first time (more…)
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I follow the Great British Sewing Bee TV series with immense interest. It’s a reality show like American Idol or Project Fame, but for sewers.
Tilly Walnes, from season one, writes a great blog that feels like a warm hug from your BFF as she welcomes you to the pearly gates of heaven *cue soft harp music*.
Chinelo Bally, from season two, learned how to sew using the “organic” freehand cutting technique (more…)
On this particular trip to Accra, I purchased this Woodin fabric because I liked the firm texture, arty print and “set fire to the rain” shade of red (yes, I like Adele).
On this particular trip to Tejuosho market, I purchased this faux leather fabric because I liked how it felt both soft and durable at the same time. The ‘board-room’ bargaining that followed the declared like of said fabric and preceded the exchange of money for said fabric is a story for another day, but I was very pleased with myself *Donald Trump smirk*. 😀
Woodin fabric and Faux leather
So, I sewed a one-piece shift dress using a pattern that is simply a vertical extension of my tried (more…)
On a scale of one to ten (one being the best and ten the being worst), seam ripping to correct a wonky stitch or to correct the fitting of a work-in-progress gets an off-the-scale one million rating, as per annoying things that can happen while I’m sewing. I literally gnash my teeth in agony as I unravel stitch by stitch.
Ah! my heart melted with immeasurable joy *insert delicious drips of sarcasm* the day I had to detach an invisible zip, when the zipper slider came off completely TWO minutes after I had attached said zip.
So, in instances when I have to draft a pattern from scratch and I am not entirely sure what the finished work will look like, and I have only a limited amount of the desired fabric or if I am using expensive fabric, I prefer to err on the side of caution by first sewing a muslin (calico test garment) which is also called a toile, to sort of “test drive” the pattern.
Above is the muslin and below is the final reproduction in the fashion fabric. Please excuse the creases, I wasn’t quite done with fittings.
I’ve been so zen and floating around my happy place this 4-day weekend *insert the rather strenuous feat of simultaneously batting eyelashes and sticking out tongue at Third Mainland Bridge Traffic*. I watched “October 1” this afternoon, a well-produced movie with very beautiful cinematography and an engaging storyline. The feem is sweet!!!
So, wrap skirts are rather nice, the structure can simply be described as “a skirt and a half “.
“1.5 skirts please”
I sewed this using a self-drafted pattern and created a curved hem line for a tulip effect. For (more…)
If I had to rank fabrics in order of their romance factor, I would place lace at the top of the class, picture Kate Middleton in that heavenly Alexander McQueen wedding dress, *back of wrist against forehead-swoon*.
My work wear primarily consists of chiffon blouses and pencil skirts à la Bree Van De Kamp, my favorite Desperate Housewife (TV series); a very graceful character both in her mannerisms and style. I was rather fascinated by her psychotic obsession with perfection.
Front and back view
Pencil skirts whisper sweet nothings to a lady’s hips *blush+simper*. 😉
So, I made this skirt from a self drafted pattern, using a combination of soft lace (outer shell) and heavy-ish crepe (inner shell), which in retrospect was a mistake, a lighter underlining fabric may (more…)
Colours are able to lift the mood and create an ambience, sunny yellow is most definitely the king of mood lifters and always makes me happy.
So, are you stuck in 2 hours of snail-pace traffic on Third mainland bridge? Yellow!! . Did PHCN (with)hold power for 2 weeks? Hello Yellow!! . FRSC caught you with an invalid driver’s license? Mellow Yellow!! (erm…take forced enthusiasm with several pinches of salt).
Midi-length full skirts are trendy now, it’s lovely how the silhouette is oh so lady like and grown-up chic.