Review: Snag Tights "Shorties" Chub Rub Shorts

It's halfway through the month (what?!) and time for an episode of Shelbee and Nancy's Good Buy/Good Bye Book. The theme this month is Shorts.

I offer you these Bad Buy Chub Rub Shorties from Snag tights.

    Why are they a bad buy?
    Reason 1:
    They are not what I expected!

Basically, they are the short version of tights. I purchased them to wear under dresses in the summer heat. These purported to be wicking and cool but they're not! They run hot! Like tights!

Road testing under an outfit to an art opening.
Fail.

Reason 2:
The bad return policy of Snag Tights 

Snag Tights' corporate headquarters is in England.
Despite the fact that my order came from a distribution center in Texas, if I want to return my extra two pairs of shorties [yes, I was overly optimistic and trying to reduce the shipping cost, as one does] I have to return them to England. And pay for the postage. That's $20! I checked at the post office. Yikes!

BAD BUY!

I am offering my two unopened pairs on Poshmark, Size F (2X, I think) if you are at all interested.
Which I doubt, after reading my rant - haha.

Linking up with
Rena at Fine-Whatever

Shelbee's On the Edge

10 on the 10th: Ten Summer Memories

10 on the 10th is a fun monthly thing instigated by Marsha In the Middle.
For July, Marsha asked us for ten summer memories.

1971: that summer I started painting my toenails red
I wrote about it in 2012!

1972: that summer I took a printmaking class 
Woodblock, Dry-Point Etching, Silkscreen, Lithography (with stones!) - a great class through what was then called Munson Williams Proctor Institute, in Utica, NY. It kept me busy.

1975: that summer I mended the quilt (and I'm still mending it)
The quilt origin story
Current mending saga - patch by patch

Mr Lou, the Anti-mender. He's getting ready to bite me.

1976 that summer I backpacked in the Wind Rivers for 10 days
No walk in the park! Photo will come later. Too lazy to look.

1978 that summer in a Upper West Side NYC apartment on the ground floor
and there was a fire in an upper floor and I was taking pictures out the window of "the pretty light"
No image, sorry, still lazy.

1979 that summer of the ill-fated hitchhike around nova scotia honeymoon
If only I'd known it was a harbinger of things to come...
I'll just leave you with a piece of plein air art I did then... Nope, later.

1980 or 81 the summer of Banshee Barbie
Chloe's Barbie was missing her head. So we crafted one out of tinfoil.
Oooooooh! Banshee Barbie!

1994 that summer I learned to paint in the dark in Bennington, VT
It was a week? 2 week? workshop taught by Rafael Ferrer on the campus of Bennington College.
I was super productive.

1996 that summer I lost my mind and lived in Indianapolis for 6 weeks
I turned 40. What can I say? I was thinking with parts lower than my brain!
I got some good paintings done in my basement studio though...

199? that summer I went to NYC and my hair smelled like an old tennis shoe
[Severo and I can't remember what year this occured. Have to consult my old photos].
I'll eventually go into this on my newish Substack Notes. It's a good story!

Be sure to check out Marsha’s post and her link party for more responses!

Linking up with
Marsha's 10 on the 10th
Shelbee's On the Edge

Crazy Quilt Dossier: 6.29 Fiorucci Patch and Bear Patch

 

Before

To cover the navy rayon bamboo print patch, I wanted something with red...

Rummaging through my "Red" scraps bag, I found a favorite Fiorucci shirt that I bought in the 80s.
It is super faded, but then I looked at the inside...

Nice and bright!

On the right side, I used a kid's conversational print patch. This came from a weird tiny garment bag that Larry let me have.

Done!

I also added some needle weaving, here's a closeup: