Fringe Scarf DIY

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In honor of the Pinterest Challenge, wherein the avid Pinteresters of the 'verse take a crack at actually making one of the many things we spend hours pinning on Pinterest (I know, what a novel idea to actually make those things!), I decided to get with the season and knit cut myself a scarf for my fall-ish (and soon to be winter-ish) Chicago commute. 

Found an example here.

Reasons why this rocks: 

1. It's easy. Really. All you need is scissors and a t-shirt.
2. No sewing or knitting involved. I don't have the patience for either of these activities... but taking a pair of scissors and hacking away was certainly do-able.
3. It's actually really cute!  
4. I recycled. Instead of buying something new, I took an old shirt that was on its last leg (I mean... arm?) and gave it a new life. Love that!

Make Your Own!

1. Find an old (or new, if you're crazy rich or just plain crazy) t shirt. I grabbed a gray shirt I've been using to head to the gym, which had begun to show its age (see the rips/holes in the bottom left hand side of the photo below).

 

2. Cut the shirt straight across, right underneath the armpits. You'll be using the bottom part... but if you're like me, you might end up saving the top half just in case you're randomly inspired some day...

 

3. Start from the bottom of the "loop" of fabric and begin cutting strips about 1/2 inch wide. The longer your strips, the longer your fringe will be. I cut about half way up.

 

4. After cutting the fringe strips, take each piece and pull down on it, to stretch it out and make it look less like it's been "freshly cut" (because, come on, who wants to look like they're wearing something freshly cut now-a-days?!).

 

5. Wear that thang! :)

 

**If you're crazy (impressively) advanced, try this weave-back long sleeve shirt. It's next on my cut-and-weave to-do-list, you know?!**

We're Going On An Adventure, Charlie! [Taste of Chicago & Recycled Clothes]

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The day night afternevening begain on the train.  My brother, sister, and I were on our way to meet my dad, who had been working downtown.  Other than making sure we found each other, we had no plans.  

My purse was packed with items of the utmost importance. The essentials. Sunglasses, water bottle, bug spray.  

Once we found our mate, we remembered an important fact: we were idiots and neglected to eat lunch before hopping on a 2pm train. Bugger.

Easy solution.  No noodle dance required. 

The Taste of Chicago. A.K.A. "The Taste." A.K.A. Oh-my-gosh-so-much-food.  

My choice:  Falafel & Hummus Pita with "Jerusalem" Salad inside. Wasn't sure what that meant but it seemed like the right thing to do.

Fun fact about me: I can't turn down frozen yogurt. I see a kid with an ice cream cone and am unfazed.  I see a kid with frozen yogurt and, psh, well that's another story. Frozen yogurt, get-in-my-mouth.

As far as non-tasty goodness goes, the day was beautiful, the sun was high, and the flowers even managed to drown out the port-a-potty aroma!  [Bet you didn't see that sentence headed toward a port-a-potty ending, didja?!]

As any responsible sister would, I forced invited my brother to embark on a planking journey. The plank, itself, was slightly shorter than the time required to find a spot suitable for planking that was not covered in bird poop.  [First port-a-potty, now bird poop, what-is-going-on-this-is-gross-please-stop-torturing-us-Carly!]

There were slow motion high-5s (obviously)...

And shadow pictures.  No, we are not dorky. We just love each other a dorkish amount.  That's my story and I'm sticking with it.

We ended up in Lincoln Park and stumbled upon this little gem...

My sister and I saw the sign at the same time and had one of those sisterly moments they talk about on NBC.  We telepathically communicated.  Come to momma.

Doesn't that blue jumper look slightly familiar?  Here's why...

Yes, I just did that.  Rosie the Riveter.  Nice to meet ya.

Moving on!  Before we stuffed our faces one more time, we also stopped at an Urban Outfitters.  Our mission was to find my sister a blazer but you know all heck is gonna break loose when you see a sign like this...

Here's my new $1 fedora...

And that's the way the cookie crumbles!

Stay Classy, Chicago!