Monday, August 9, 2010
I just got back from practicing my serves. Well at basket number 4 I told myself I just had to let it rip. Amanda, my coach is telling me my swing needs to be fluid. I can be fluid. Now I have a set routine like Nadal. Except I don't go HHHHHHHHUUUGUAHHHH! I simply bounce three times and then put the ball in the triangle part. My toss seems more consistant. I was standing on the right corner for doubles and the groove I had was just famous. All my serves were about 3' above the net and they were screamers, landing on the serving box line and with a kick. The light from the yellowish street lamp just outside the dark green chain link seemed to shine brighter. There was silence even having the rookies in purple shirts playing beside me in the next court. It can be strange when you are at a park at night with swings and basketball courts and there is nobody there. Amanda says I will be ready to re-join the meetup tennis group in the fall. She wants me to be all heavy weight champion and come in all bad ass and skilled. I will be like Agassi when he made his comeback. My chest will be puffed out and I will definitely be wearing my trademark white head band.
Cosabella tank and youth Target shorts.
This is why I don't have that french manicure shit. Being crafty yesterday. I had to finish the runner for Santuary or I couldn't live with myself. I must admit it is not perfect but ready for my client to take a look. If you saw it you would think it looked fine.
Bet you never heard of a sleeve booster. The gray stuff is called horse hair canvas. It is used to make a firm little bump at the shoulder seam.
I taught myself how to make shoulder pads. It is like cut and fill in civil engineering. Totally. There is a natural hollow just below your shoulder on your chest. Feel it. This pad fills that in so the coat looks really tight and puffed out like a quail in heat. Oh yeah, that is Enzo's old dog brush that I used for fraying out the edges so I didn't have this hard edge on my chest. Details.
The shoulder is together. Look how sharp it is. Before this, I thought shoulder pads were just cotton danishes you snapped to the underside of a coat. There is no going back. I want all my clothes made with this kind of detail. I feel so good when I wear my own stuff. I want to wear this jacket to the airport next time I go to Washington and look bad ass.
This is the other side I haven't finished yet. See the difference. This side doesn't have the shoulder pad. It is all shlumpy and sad.
What is going good with you?
Posted by Sam Harvey at 10:49 PM