Graduating to New Levels of Lame

When I haven’t posted in a while, it usually means one of two things.

1.  I’m really happy and busy

2.  I’m really sad.

I was really, really fantastically happy.  I just started my awesome new job I really like with coworkers who are just awesome.  My friends and I were having awesome times together. I was in a relationship that I felt happy and fulfilled in with someone I deeply cared about and was starting think, “Wow.  This is my favorite person.”

Than lousy shit started happening.  I had to revert my house hunt to a rental hunt when I realized my car was about to die and therefore financial reprioritizing was in order.  Finding a rental here in Columbia that’s in a safe location without holes in the walls that will allow my little Douglas to live in is pretty much the most impossible quest I can imagine at this point.  If you’re up for an exercise in futility and depression, go ahead.  Do it.  If you want to raise your stress levels to entirely new & exciting heights, arrange viewings every day during every lunch break as well as every day after work.  Sit at home every night scouring listings that repeatedly say “Absolutely NO Pets Allowed”.  Mark, in an attempt to cheer me up, said, “At least you can’t feel any worse than you do right now.”

Never say that.  Things can always get worse, and in my case, rather frequently do before they get better.

Then Mark and I broke up.  It was awful.  Imagine seeing the person that you care about more than anyone staring at you blankly and telling you they didn’t want to be there for you anymore.  And seeing the body language that told you they just don’t care anymore and really just want you to leave and for all of this to be over.  I’ve never felt so hurt, unlovable and expendable.

The next night, my car died.

The next day I woke up to discover my hot water wasn’t working.

After a good cry in a cold shower, I went in to work where a very sweet coworker asked how my house hunting was going.  When I told her, “Not so well.”, She responded with, “Well…at least you can drink wine!  I gave that up for lent. Just trying to put a positive spin on it.”  She was being really nice, and I was probably a callous jerk for saying, “You know what I’m going up for Lent?  Putting on a positive spin on things when things are just plain shitty.”

My friends ask me how I’m doing, and I want to say “Fine” and “It’ll all be okay.”, but that’s really just not where I’m at right now.  More observant followers of this blog will notice a few things.  You never see a single post with my family in it.  Why do you think that is?  I’ll also go for weeks on end without posting.  When you read someone’s blog like mine, you don’t see everything that’s going on.  That’s why when sometimes I get comments like, “You always seem to have such a great outlook on life.” it gives me pause.

I’ve struggled with depression and anxiety for as long as I can remember.  Most days I’m great.  But then some days are just awful.  It’s just always been that way since I was a little kid.  I’m one of those people who have to try really really hard to be happy.  And sometimes, especially when things seem really awful, I can’t do it.  And I hate that about myself.  I hate that this was a contributing factor to the end of something wonderful, right when I was taking steps to deal with these issues head-on.

I don’t usually run on about breakups, because, frankly, they’re usually not a big deal to me.  Just minor bummers with guys who never made it my my “Important People” list.  It hurts to think that maybe that’s all I was to someone else.

So.  There you go friends.  Your ReFashionista is going through a tough time, and can use all the good vibes she can get right now.

But what the hell?  Let’s do a refashion!

This is one of those, “I seriously just tied something around myself” ones, but given what I’ve been through, please keep the negative comments to a minimum, okay?

When I found this graduation gown for $1 at my local thrift store, I decided to give myself a fun challenge.

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Wow. This is the saddest “before” pic ever.

 

Then, things got really lousy, and I said, “Eff it.  I’m not sewing today.  The world should just be thrilled that I got out of bed and clothed myself at all.”

 

Seriously.  I just tied it around myself.

Seriously. I just tied it around myself. And yes, Ryan has intentionally placed his ass in this photo.

 

I didn’t want to be alone, so I spent the day with friends.

 

I was fantastic company.

I was fantastic company.

 

I even faked a few smiles.

 

My face hurts.

My face hurts.

 

So yay.  A refashion.  I promise I’ll actually do a sewn version of this one as well.

 

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And now I’m just going to leave you with this:

 

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A Perfect Peplum Sweater

While digging through my closet trying to find something to wear for work, I realized something…I have very few tops and almost only dresses.  This makes days when I feel like wearing jeans a bit trickier than they should be.

When I plucked this black sweater dress off my refashion rack, I wasn’t quite sure if I wanted to keep it as a dress or not.

 

Oh Pinot Noir…guide me in this decision!

Oh Pinot Noir…guide me in this decision!

 

I liked the neckline of this dress, as well as how soft, warm, and cozy the fabric was.  But…dress or sweater?  I really wasn’t sure which way I was going to go.

I got started by resizing the dress with the help of my dress form.

 

Let the tailoring begin!

Let the tailoring begin!

 

Then, I ran each side through my machine.

 

Whirrrrr!

Whirrrrr!

 

I chopped off the extra fabric from the sides…

 

Choppy choppy!

Choppy choppy!

 

…and then made a major decision!  I have plllllenty of black dresses and really don’t need any others right now.  However, I have precious few black tops.  Necessity would indeed be the master of invention today!

 

I regret nothing!

I regret nothing!

 

To complete this refash, I ran the bottom raw edge through my serger.  I could have just hemmed it, but I wanted my new top to have a more funky/edgy look to it. I think it looks pretty nifty now!  :)

 

Edgy, no?

Edgy, no?

 

What do you think?

 

Fitted & Warm!

Fitted & Warm!

 

 

I think I made the right decision!

I think I made the right decision!

 

On a side note:  I was thinking about how when I first started this blog, it wasn’t so odd for someone to be snapping pics with an actual camera all the time.  But now, when everyone pretty much just uses their phones, I tend to stand out a bit with my clunky Nikon…;)

 

It ain't no big thing!

It ain’t no big thing!

 

I don’t mind!  I want to take the best pics I can for you guys, even if selfies are a bit weird…

 

We do what we can!

We do what we can!

 

My new top was perfect for an evening celebrating a good friend of mine starting his new job/celebrating a great week!

 

Yay Phillip!

Eh… phone pics are okay too…on occasion! :)

 

We're so happy for him!  :)

We’re so happy for Phillip! :)

 

Cheers!

Cheers!

 

Cheers!

 

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Oyster Roast Jacket

Hi all!  I hope you’re having a swell week filled with all sorts of awesomeness.  :)  I’m having a blasty with my awesome new job/awesome new coworkers.  I feel truly lucky to get to wake up every day to go in to work to do things that I’m really good at and actually enjoy.  :)

But enough of that!  When we last spoke, I asked you guys which was your favorite from my One Dress, Three Ways feature.

Decisions, Decisions!

Decisions, Decisions!

 

It was basically a tie between Dress #1 and Top #2.  Poor Skirt #3 didn’t get much love at all, but that’s okay.  I didn’t care that much for it either.  ;)  Cest la vie!  Thanks for making your voice heard.  Feedback like this helps me know what types of refashions you guys like to see/what inspires you and that’s always a good thing.

Spring is just around the corner!  Soon we can toss our SAD lamps and jackets aside…but not quite yet.  When I was invited to what promised to be a fun oyster roast, I knew this was just the thing for it:

 

Hello there, Corduroy!

Hello there, Corduroy!

 

I’m not a big fan of corduroy.  I don’t really like touching it, and I HATE the swishy-swishy sound corduroy pants make.  There was no way this was going to remain a dress (in case the title of this post didn’t clue you in).  ;)

 

Thaaaaaat's right!

Thaaaaaat’s right!

 

I pinned that edge under…

 

…like ya do!

…like ya do!

 

I was nervous about stitching it down, given the weirdo problem I had with my machine recently, but much to my relief, everything went just fine!

 

Whew!

Whew!

 

I pressed that new hem down, and now I have a great pre-Spring jacket with a bit of 60’s-ish flair!

 

I love the bracelet-length sleeves!

I love the bracelet-length sleeves!

 

The oysters were delicious, and the company was lovely!  :)

 

Ooooooh!

Ooooooh!

 

Nomnomnomnom!

Nomnomnomnom!

 

His last name is Cox.  Get it?  ;)

His last name is Cox. Get it? ;)

 

Perhaps I’ve judged corduroy too harshly all along!

 

Can you spot the Mark in this pic?  :)

Can you spot the Mark in this pic? :)

 

Cheers!

 

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