My Google Reader Bundles
My first three bundles! These are my favourite websites and even though some of them do go on (or are on) hiatuses I always, always keep them in my feed reader.
Hi, my name is Becky, I'm 21 and I own babblative.com.
My first three bundles! These are my favourite websites and even though some of them do go on (or are on) hiatuses I always, always keep them in my feed reader.


The object of the two crappy pictures that you see above pretty much made my incredibly crappy day.
What is it?
It’s a vintage wrap dress from Butterick!
But not your typical wrap dress, oh no. This wrap dress is special in that it actually wraps around your body. There are three armholes to it, a few darts along the the shoulders and a lot of seam binding/rope braid/bias tape/whatever. 7 yards of edging to be exact. In comparison the dress only takes a little under 3 (for the size I’ll be making.)
It’s not just the super cute 60s style — it’s in my size. Or at least as close to my size as I’ve ever come in a vintage pattern that I didn’t deliberately seek out, but here’s the thing: it’s one size too big! But that’s not stopping me, I’m going to make a wearable muslin anyway and adjust it as I need to. But honestly, one size too big, how frigging awesome is that?
I also got a few other things, things that didn’t photograph all that well. They are:
Otherwise? I’m not up to much. I’ve knitted a bit, crocheted some, watched it rain for several days and went to the butchers to buy meat. My life is so exciting.
I was hoping that today would be a bit more productive, but I slept in quite late and didn’t really get a chance to do anything. I knew that I wouldn’t get anything important done today so I kept trying to go back to sleep, but alas eventually I was forced out of bed and thus my day (night) began. First of all, people who set off fireworks suck. Now I know that if I didn’t have an epileptic dog that has a panic attack everytime he smells smoke or hears loud noises I’d probably feel differently, but at this point I’d just like to say, “thanks assholes.”
Oh! And if you’ve been reading my blog for a while you might remember a post I made about an annoying neighbor who screamed up and down the street at her kids. Well she’s gone now, moved up north. Can I get a hallelujah? I haven’t seen the new neighbors yet, quite frankly I’m not that interested in them so long as they don’t throw trash in our lawn and scream blue murder at the top of their lungs for no apparent reason. I am told, however, that the woman looks like a blonde witch (it came from a very reliable source).
Perhaps tomorrow I’ll finally trim the sleeve and attach the edging to my robe, thus finishing it. Perhaps.