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Me Made May Post #4: It's Gonna be May

(I meant to post this yesterday, hence the title and past tense.  Whoops.)

So tomorrow begins Me Made May and I'm becoming more excited.  The prep turned less into "MAKE ALL THE THINGS" to "organize my stuff so I can actually see what I have."  Which I was surprised to find was a lot more than I expected.  Which made me really proud of myself and those who have made stuff for me (mostly my mom.) I also spent that time really trying to define my style so I could make outfits I actually want to post on the internet.  I have just started reading a book on capsule wardrobes, and I really think I need to do some major gutting of my fast fashion pieces that were nice in the moment and just ended up degrading quickly or being tossed aside as quickly as they were purchased.

While initially in this process I started a thrift store binge, recently I began looking at my own closet and seeing what I already had and could alter.  I also took a moment and looked through my craft room during our recent major spring cleaning house overhaul and found tons of easy supplies to make some quick mods or projects that needed some little finishing touch, like a sweater vest I started two years ago.  The knitting was done about a month ago, but I had to still do the blocking and edging, so I found some time to do that.  I also found a loom I had bought recently and whipped out a rather cute bracelet that will for sure make an appearance in an outfit shortly. And my first dress is finally finished, which will definitely be worn.

Another big benefit of this process happening now is that it is rather warm here in California.  Like mid 80's.  As a teacher, shorts are not an option so I have to wear my skirts.  Which as any beginning sewist would know make up the bulk of your first projects.

Like I said, during May I will be doing a weekly wrap up post (probably on Sundays) with all my photos of outfits.  They will repeat, as is life.

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