The spawn of a mermaidious maiden and a dangersome buccaneer, Shirley Die is set on this land on an ever going quest of danger, adrenaline and romance.

You can push her off a cliff, throw her down a mountain, run her through the streets. She can swim all day, dance all night, and if ever she falls, she'll get right back up again.


Shirley Die is handmade designs for women who continuously seeking excitement. Feminine and dangerous, Shirley Die will satisfy your need to thrill and be thrilled.

In-Turn, I will offer you my services.

To do:
Acquire part time internship with local designer in hopes of not forgetting everything I have learned this year at school.

Floating Gold Iceberg would be my number one choice. They have a very beautiful and unique style.
I don't even know whats all out there as far as local designers go...?

I want something fun, funky and a little different
..keep my sewing on the up and up, get me some mad screen printing skills, maybe learn a thing or two more about pattern drafting...(I WILL love drafting one day! I swear!)

I HAVE already made arrangements with Knotty By Nature ( a local fibre store) to help out on a work trade basis... about 3 hours of my time a week helping out in the store to be gifted by beautiful yarns and hopefully some knowledge of weaving. Gravy!

For a mustardy cause.

Using food labels, a shit ton of coffee, and minimal sleep possible, our project back from first semester was to make outfits for The Mustard Seed to help them raise money over the holiday season. Our display was in the Bay Center over the month of December. Must say, on of my favorite projects.

Behold 'Ready in Seven Minutes' made from Italimissa Stewed tomato labels, edging of pasta bags, hand twirled fettucini noodles and painted napkins. Saucy. no?

Uncle Lou. And the Broads?

There is no question.
My broads are the cats tits.

I am lucky for the women (and a couple gentlemen) in my life. I am surrounded by a handful.. a couple a handful of beautiful people. And for this, I am thankful. A wide range of taste and style I have the pleasure of being surrounded by.

Class has been a lot of things lately... positive and some things a little negative, it is an ever growing learning experience.
Again thankful. I feel an overwhelming amount of inspiration. I hope you all know who you are.


Here is the bathing suit i made.

A few of my handmade crochet toques.

A wee hat for my youngest niece Brooke

One I made on a long wintery car ride to Canmore

Camo-tion

Green Spiral touque (a new teknique I made up) (well someone probably maybe already may have tried it before? i never seen it...) crochet 2 colours in sprial pattern to make stripes without the break at the back)

ms Tenderloin rockin the goldnavy hat... plenty of room to put your hair up in.

Balance. Backwards?

Life is about balance. I'm finding it hard to balance work/money, school and any sort of fun. But school would not muscle without each of the others really? School without money or fun? It just wouldn't pan. I get too excited sometimes. Tunnel vision takes over. I had a fun day (to balance some fun) with my favorite ladies, and when we were about to jump into the ocean to (try) and catch some waves, I realize my wet suit is on backwards? I get the same way with sewing. Stoked, head down, sew sew sew, then shit. Its backwards.

Over my next jottings I will post pictures of some of my handiwork. Some possibly more impressive than others. thank you.

I will be. I may be?

What do you want to be when you grow up? Where do you see yourself living? Where do you see this taking you? Why dont you like shrimp rings?

Number ONE.
A lot of things. Friend. Lover. Creator. Dangercat.

Number TWO.
My feet are to itchy to decide. Mountains? Ocean? City? Small town? To shred the great outdoors or shred the city? Cities scare me.

Number THREE.
... This factors from number one and number two. Design Costumes for the movies? A small line from my home? Lingerie? A fashion empire?

Number FOUR.
Those things creep me out.


My brain is cluttered with constant chaos. I came to school to learn the skill called focus. Focus and to get gnarly with the sewing machine. Indecisive by nature, my ideas and plans of where 'fashion' school is going to take me is ever changing. Lucky for me I have 4 more semesters to figure this out.