Friday, August 29, 2014

DIY boot cuffs on the cheap


I've got juicy calves. This is a problem some of you may have. As a lover of boots, I of course embraced the boot sock/boot cuff look. I struggled though, because one size does NOT fit all and even stretch has it's limits. How Torrid hasn't picked this accessory up, I do not know. Luckily, as a DIYer, I took it on myself to make it happen.

The best place to start is at your local resale shop, goodwill or even garage sales. You want sweaters, with nice thick (stretchy) sleeves. I ended up with two sweaters, I loved the colors and they only cost me $2-3 each. 

I did the light blue ones first, added buttons (from the sweater itself) and then
made this pair to make this tutorial for you guys.


Use your rotary blade or sharp scissors and cut the sleeve of the sweater off. 


I zigzagged the edges, because this is a knit and started to show signs of unraveling pretty quickly. This keeps the edges from unraveling.


This is the piece inside out. I turned and top-stitched after I zig zagged the edges. It's not perfect, but that's fine. No one is going to see that end of it.


I put it on my leg to see how loose it was (it was falling down) and I needed to take it in. You can see my fingers sticking in the section I sewed and will cut off.


I cut that section off with my blade. I actually had to go back and do it one more time because it was still too loose (this was a poncho type sweater and so had very wide sleeves. Perfect for this project, lots of room to work with.


Finished product with my boots. Because this is a knit, it's a little thicker and you can see, from the third buckle from the bottom, there's a bulge at the bottom of the boot cuff. I think this could use some round buttons on the side, no?

I hope you enjoyed this tutorial and try it out for yourself. Be sure to post pictures if you do!

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Thursday, August 21, 2014

My son is 16 years old. No he's not.

My son is the type of kid that loves to tell people everything. I took him to story time yesterday at the library. There were two other shy boys, so he was the only one on the carpet who felt sociable. With 6 other little girls. Let me tell you, I already know, he has a thing for pretty blonds. In the span of about 10 minutes, he told the lady reading the book that he was going to 'the other Salvation Army,' after story time. By which he means the resale shop. But at least he prefaces his interruptions with 'excuse me Miss.' Which of course makes the other Moms in the room crack up. Let's be honest, his cute little four year old voice saying 'excuse me Miss,' is pretty damn cute.

He also told all the little girls on the rug that he's 16. A week or two ago he was 14, so at least this isn't some absurd version of Benjamin Button. He came to this conclusion because the scale told him so. Except, he's like 38 pounds. Not 16. Or 14. And try as I might, he simply will not believe that the scale doesn't tell him how old he is.

I know I should be grateful that he only lies about his age and doesn't pull out his slightly more disturbing party tricks when in public. Like taking of all his clothes, pointing his wiener at things and yelling pew pew, like it's a gun. Or when he holds it and stares at it like he's got the force and then looks at me straight in the eyes and whispers that 'it's getting bigger.'

God help me. I'm going to read this post at his wedding some day.


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