Showing posts with label StyleArc. Show all posts
Showing posts with label StyleArc. Show all posts

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Why doesn't anyone tell me these things??

Have you ever heard of Style Arc??

Good so I'm not the only one.

Well here you are. I've not even ordered yet and already, I can sense this will be the beginning of a beaaaaaaaaaaautiful friendship.

So tell me, what should I spend my birthday money on? Yes, I said birthday money. My mommy in love (a typo I'm keeping) always sends me a little something something and a card every year. I know I don't need more patterns but isn't that the point of birthday money, buying something you don't need? Are there enough questions in this post? Why is the sky blue? How long will it take me to go insane with my kids home all day? Where do rainbows end? Where the hell is that little leprechan douche with my pot of gold?

I digress and so easily as always. So back to the point. Which one!

Olivia Dress
Anna Dress
Katharine Blouse
Amy
Ronnie
There are soooooooo many to choose from. Granted, the dresses are probably out as I won't be able to wear them until next year with a kid attached to the sisters fairly often. Ronnie would be the prefect fall top to address that latter issue but I was hoping to sew something up sooner. I'm really feeling the Katharine blouse I think.

Of course, I could just go for the two patterns that have my name written all over them, quite literally actually.

Samantha Top
Samantha Skirt
I get the feeling any pattern I order will end up sewn quite often, especially if I go for a top. I need more basics in my life, especially of the casual shirt variety.

As a bonus, if I get my heinie in gear and order before the end of the month, I get a bonus pattern.


It's like they knew it was my birthday! Speaking of random acknowledgement of my awesome, I went to a pool party in honor of the lovely miss Peyton, an adorable wee bit of nearly seven cuteness whom I teach in my night class at church and there was a banner outside of the community center that said, Happy Birthday, Samantha!

I choose to believe they were talking to me.