Ah, the beginning of January. That magical time of year when everyone reflects on what they accomplished in the last twelve months. Costumers' blogs fill with pics of the beautiful garments they created, quilters' blogs fill with pics of the lovely quilts they made and their "inspiration" word for the year to come... and I sit here in my office chair, trying to decide what the hell I want to sew in 2016.
Big costuming events this year: RenFaire. Well, actually, we'll only be in the country for three weekends of it. But I want to go at least once! Do I want to sew anything for it? Unsure. I need to crack open the book on dressing children for Faire, and decide.
Then, in July, San Diego Comic Con! We'll be doing both Saturday and Sunday. Squiddle can wear his Toothless costume one day, and we can all be Steven Universe again for the other. I'm not terribly feeling the need to sew anything new for the con this year, but we'll see if that changes.
And, of course, Costume College is the weekend right after! I'm currently debating if I want to teach any classes this year. I taught four last year, which was a mistake, and at the moment, I can't think of anything new or interesting to offer as a class. Maybe I'll take the year off of teaching and just attend? I do want to make some new clothing, however. I've found a couple lengths of fabric at thrift shops recently that call out to be Regency garb. So I'll work on that.
Quilting-wise, I'm pretty much just going to go with the flow, work on quilting up tops I've already finished, and keep going on the works-in-progress I have in various stages. I'm playing with my guild
and Block Lotto
for making new blocks each month, and I think I might use the Rainbow Scrap Challenge
to move me along on the 500 Flying Geese blocks I calculated I'll need for the bed-sized strip quilt I want.
Also, as I was having a snack that involved open jars of chili peppers and fermented garlic, Squiddle clambered up behind me and demanded some garlic. And some more garlic. And yet more garlic. Then reached over into the jar of peppers, pulled one out, and despite my warnings, popped it into his mouth.
It took a moment, but he decided no, this is not the new taste sensation
and spat it back out, unhappy with his mouth burning.
I mean, it took me
until I was a teenager to like the things....