oona does it!: ruggy’s rules
allow me to make up for the pathetic pictures in last week’s column…
BOOYACASHA! my man is HOT! don’t say i never did y’all any favors!
ticking off another D2 challenge this week, my rugged ruggy picked the pattern and fabric.
well, kind of. he had help. and i’m pretty sure i was meant to have ruggy pick out supplies for something i’d wear. to wit, the challenge was :
5. Have Ruggy choose your fabric and pattern
“your” being the operative pronoun.
when ruggy requests something sewn, i laugh. no really, i do, long and loud. he’ll ask me to mend a hole in the lining of his ten year old leather gloves. or sew a sports patch on a fabric cooler. reattach the insert in his twenty pound hiking boots. MAKE HIM BOXER SHORTS.
i mean seriously. who sews boxer shorts?!
but he has been wanting a shirt for awhile, a sane request. one that’s taken me four years to carry out. actually, i’ve made him only one thing since i started sewing, a pair of valentine’s day lounge pants in mint green horsie flannel. they were quickly abandoned due to lack of room in the crotch (don’t hate, ladies).
and that’s not right. this is a man who wakes up early every morning to make the best coffee IN THE WORLD, which he brings to me at bedside so that i might wake to its luscious aroma. (i SAID, don’t hate.)
he chose, with a minimal amount of nudging from me, colette’s negroni . i knew sarai would walk me through making a shirt and it wouldn’t end in tears, and she did.
however! (this is sad, folks, get ready) kenny doesn’t do buttonholes. i KNOW. so i went with mother of pearl snaps instead. i think they’re better suited to my southern man anyway. the woman at the trim store said i’d need a special doohickey to attach them– but she did not have the doohickey. i said i’d use a hammer, ignoring her raised eyebrows. and i did.
of course ruggy had photo approval. this took longer than expected… i liked pretty much every picture we took; he was a harsher critic. he painfully chose five that didn’t make him cringe out of fifty shots.
you have to mix cool and silly, he said.
where exactly are the silly shots? i asked, visions of posing in a shower while holding a blade dancing in my head.
this one right here, this one is silly.
um, okay ruggy, you handsome hunk of man. sure.