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Me Made May #8: Week Four, Out the Door

Sunday:  (No IG post) Hayden top from Seamwork, see previous posts
Monday:  Upcycled Old Navy top
Tuesday: Jane Seamwork Top



Wednesday: Colette Violet top under Sewaholic Fraser sweatshirt

Thursday: Nope
Friday: Nope
Saturday: Nope
Sunday: (No IG post) Hayden top
Reflection:
This week, I did what I previously thought was impossible: I think I figured out my style.  I'm casual.  The best fit for my style seem to be Seamwork patterns.  I love the magazine, and the basics provided are a stylish basis to grow an outfit via fun fabric choices.  The Hayden top is becoming my go-to dress it up or dress it down look.  There will be more, and I have a Sorbetto top cut out with a big plan for it.  (To come later in its own post).
I completely agree with So, Zo on the toughest part of the project:  posting.  I feel like a terrible Millienial because I didn't like posting a photo of myself on Instagram.  I began to really favor what Heather from Closet Case Patterns did: post to the story.  For me, it's way less pressure to have clothing not have my face with it.  I watch my student post selfies (and they think I don't see it) on Snapchat every day, and I don't know how they have the self confidence or necessity to do that.
I think future posts will focus on the pieces more than me.  And I'm great with that.  Also, just as a disclaimer, the days I missed wearing anything handmade were days where I was doing messy things.  I am still very cautious to wear homemade stuff because of the work that went into making it when I have to do work around the yard.  I think as I make more, this will change.
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