When we moved to NY almost twenty years ago, I stopped bicycling for a variety of reasons and because I didn't change my diet accordingly, I started gaining weight. I also stopped sewing and eventually put away all the clothes I'd made.

I can't believe that now I'm pulling out some of those clothes and looking at some of the fabric I still have.

I don't expect to wear all of the old size 8 (smaller than off-the-rack size 8) stuff because I would have to lose another 3 inches in my waist and I don't see that happening. But I should be able to wear some things including the very first tailored jacket I made in a tiny houndstooth.



And I still have so much beautiful fabric. And the bumper sticker my sister-in-law, who's a great seamstress, gave me years ago: "The one who dies with the most fabric wins!"

Beautiful blue sky this morning with warming temps. I can't pass up a day like this so I'll head over to the park in a bit and do some snowshoeing. I think I'll do one climb to Farmer's Hill and then stay on a relatively flat trail for most of the hike.

That should leave me in good shape for the party tonight where I have no idea what we'll be eating in celebration of the Ski Patrol's 50 years at Toggenberg.