Pedal Strike

Tweet She will consistently fail you when you need her the most. Or at least when I depend on her the most. She whispered in my ear that everything was fine – good, even! – while I spent sweaty hours at my sewing machine figuring out what worked for the hats and what didn’t. She […]

Tweet One reason why I hate public transportation. Or more accurately, one reason I need a bike friday. And while even my own mental image of myself riding around on a folding bike is absurd, I still would have rocked that thing all over NYC yesterday when, after waiting 10-15 minutes for the 6 train, […]

Tweet Measuring up has never really been my forte. Even literally. Something’s always not right. I’ve mastered the art of miscalculation of seam allowances. Making patterns from my own measurements means drawing, cutting, sewing, making adjustments, ripping it apart, then repeating, repeating, repeating. It’s easier when you have a friend be your “model.” You don’t […]

Tweet I’m still on that cheating high where you feel totally awesome because at least one person is sweating you hard enough not to care that you might actually be dating someone else. Like when you get compliments and looks because of your shiny new bike and you totally forget about your trusty old beater […]

Tweet There’s really no point in cheating. Because in the end you figure out/come to your senses that you should have stuck with whatever/whomever you’re cheating on in the first place. I would know. Or at least my legs and ego would. (Who would have thought that I could get up hills faster with one […]