I love working out. I became a 6AM workout person a few months ago, and honestly it's been life-changing. What I don't love is constantly running out of clean sports bras and discovering that fact at 5:30 in the morning.
I've been sewing for a while, but I've been struggling to find a sports bra pattern that meets my very specific criteria:
Enter: The new Greenstyle Creations Power Sports Bra. Let me walk you through the qualifications, and how well it meets them.
Easy to sew: From printing the pattern to finishing the sew, this bra took me about three hours, and about 30 minutes of that was spent trying to find my clear elastic.
Supportive: I wore my bra to one of my HIIT circuit classes this week. Other my workout partner asking if Darth Vader was on my sports bra, I didn't notice it at all. I felt comfortable and supportive, even while doing burpees.
Scrapbusting: This entire bra was made from scraps from a pair of Greenstyle Inspire Tights. So, basically, I got a bra and a pair of tights with a yard and a half of fabric. You really can't beat that.
Want to get the pattern for yourself? Get it here.
This blog post is chock full of affiliate links. So, if you click on one, I'll get a fee from Greenstyle Creations, that I will honestly use to buy more fabric and patterns.
It's been a while since I've written. I'll eventually share more about what's been going on, but for now, I want to talk a bit about the new Solo tank that I just tested for Greenstyle Creations.
If you've read any of my other posts, you probably have noticed that I love Greenstyle. I work out a lot, and because I'm not a small woman, it can be very hard for me to find ready-to-wear workout clothes or sewing patterns that fit well. Greenstyle is one of the few pattern companies I trust to consistently take the time to make clothing that fits body types like mine. I haven't been doing much testing due to my sewing hiatus, but I will always, always test for Greenstyle when I'm chosen to do so.
Enough about my love for Greenstyle. Here's the important info about the Tank:
It goes up to size 3XL, which is what I tested. (But I think I'm ready to drop to 2X!) The front of the tank is a similar silhouette to most workout tops, and a bit looser than Greenstyle's Lille Racerback. The good news? This tank is long, long enough for me to not have to do any adjustments, and I'm 5'10"!
The true beauty of this tank, though, is the back. It's low enough that you get more skin free, but not so low as to be uncomfortable or indecent. I haven't done any burpees in this yet (the post-workout glow in my photos is courtesy of a workout at McAlister Training, but I didn't want to get the tank dirty before photo time, so I just swapped gear after class), but I can imagine it'd be a dream for high-rep workouts when you're dripping sweat and regretting most of your life choices.
You can get your own copy of the Solo Tank here (Affiliate Link).
Wait! There's More!
This top is a one yard wonder.
I got a size 3XL out of one yard of the Fabric, which means that this is a great stash buster, or way to use up those pretty custom fabric that you bought without a project in mind. *cough cough*
Today was supposed to be the last Monday before I ran a marathon. I should be excited and tired of spaghetti. Instead, I’m munching on carrots and writing a blog post about my adventures with a sort-of broken ankle and the most comfortable pair of workout shorts I’ve ever owned.
To tell this story, we first must travel back in time to April 21—I was still looking forward to running the Big Sur 21-miler on April 30. I was going entering taper-land and Greenstyle creations opened their tester call for the Moxi Shorts—so of course, I applied.
I make no effort to hide how much I love Greenstyle and its Angelyn, and this isn’t my first adventure testing for them. Part of what makes Greenstyle patterns so great is the care and devotion Angelyn puts into making sure the pattern is perfect before releasing, which is why it took a month of testing to get these shorts perfect.
There were a lot of adventures along the way--especially for the plus-size testers like me. I'm picky about the shorts I wear. In normal shorts, I have adjust between reps, if I can wear them to work out at all—thigh chafing is the worst. In an early stage, Angelyn and I had a conversation about potentially dropping the size 16 and 18 from the pattern. I am so grateful she didn't because the end result is by far the most comfortable shorts I've ever worn.
The inseam is long enough that my thighs don't rub, and there's enough room in the legs for my quadzillas (Thanks, CrossFit!). They are easy to adjust based on what your body needs: if you have a muscular bum, the pattern shows you how to adjust for that, as well as if you have skinnier thighs. (You lucky duck, you.)
Despite my love of these shorts, I only made two pairs of shorts during testing—which is about what I make during a normal weeklong testing period, let alone one that lasted a full 30 days. I promise I have a good reason: the same day testing started for the Moxi Shorts, the Sort-of Broken Ankle Adventure began.
You see, over the past month, I’ve had an X-Ray, an MRI and two sessions of physical therapy, all trying to figure out what's wrong with my ankle. Depending which medical professional you talk to, I either have a fractured talus, a talar dome or gnarly tendinitis. No matter what the cause, I’ve been unable to run for a month and missed out on Big Sur and the Santa Barbara Wine Country Half Marathon, and will be missing Mountains2Beach on Sunday. I’ve spent the last two weeks re-learning how to walk and discovering that I have a lazy right foot, hip, and glute that must be re-taught how to function.
As you can tell, it’s been quite a month, but a symmetrical one. Both the shorts and my ankle need continual adjustments and made major improvements. While an arduous process, today makes it all worth it. Today, the Moxi shorts are officially released—and I get to go on a short run for the first time in a month to test out the ankle, with my PT’s blessing of course.
When it was time to sew my final pair of shorts, I knew what I wanted the final outfit to look like—months ago, I decided I was going to run Mountains2Beach in a Moana-inspired outfit. Since I already had the supplies, I decided to sew the outfit with the Moxi shorts. After all, while I have to relearn how to walk and run, I’m still determined to run a marathon.
Want the Moxi Shorts pattern for yourself? Grab it here (Affiliate link).
During my yoga class yesterday, my teacher asked us, “What is your body telling you today?” While she asks this same question frequently, I usually don’t listen to her or my body. I go through class doing what I feel I should do, rather than what my body tells me I can do.
But yesterday was different.
Yesterday, I listened to the story that my legs and feet were telling me. They reminded me of my falling over during a box jump two months ago and showed me the scars of my determination to connect five double unders consecutively. My feet whispered that they haven’t had a break in a long time, specifically pointing out the black toenail I have from a race in December.
The most important stories my legs told me yesterday, though, came from the arch and ankle of my right foot. Last Sunday, my ankle gave me stern warning to stop by seizing in pain while I was doing food prep. My arch and calf joined the fray on Monday and by Wednesday, I had a knot in my calf the size of a golf ball. Hours of stretches and massage by me, Hunter and my massage therapist followed and by Friday, the knot was gone. I set out on a 3-mile run on Sunday to determine how I was feeling. I only made it two-thirds of a mile before my ankle screamed at me to stop.
This all led me to yoga class yesterday, where I dejectedly sat on my mat, heard what my legs were telling me, and set my intention: It will be okay.
Some of you may recall that a year ago, I dropped out of the Big Sur Marathon and made it my goal to finish the 21-Miler this year. The race is on Sunday--I think you can probably guess where this is going. I went to the doctor earlier this evening and was told that I can’t run for at least two weeks and need to complete a round of physical therapy over the next four weeks.
In short: although I’ve spent the last four months of my life devoted to training for the race, I can’t run Big Sur this weekend.
Obviously, I’m disappointed and sad, but I know it’s for the best. I’ll lose Big Sur, likely the Santa Barbara Wine Country Half in May, and possibly the Mountains2Beach Half on Memorial Day weekend (I had already downgraded from the full I was training for two weeks ago). However, as sad as this makes me now, it’s nowhere close to how devastated I would be if this injury made it so I can’t run the Dopey Challenge in January. After all, while I’ve been working towards Big Sur for months, I’ve been working towards the Dopey Challenge for years.
I bought this bracelet a few weeks ago from Etsy to where during Big Sur to remind me of the things I’ve overcome since last year’s race. When it finally got here yesterday, it became clear that this bracelet wasn’t just a reminder of how far I’ve come, but that I can keep going. I can keep going through the Spin classes I’ll have to force myself to in the coming weeks. I can bear modifying every CrossFit workout that’s programmed for the next month. I survive doing running workouts on an elliptical. My boss said it best today when I told her: “I hope you won’t stop. You get so much out of running.”
I want to close this out by saying thanks to everyone who supported me in this journey over the past year. I know I’ve been absent on social media for the past few months and don’t post much, but trust me, I see what you say and it motivates me. Thank you for the advice, the guidance, the motivation and the kindness. Thank you to those who have listened me whine when I was sore, those who forced me to train through a historically rainy winter, and those who have accepted the fact that I now have donut leggings that I will wear around the office.
A year ago, I trained for my first marathon. It did not end well. In the eleven months since that failure, I've had a lot of time to think about what went wrong, and the thing that I kept coming back to was how I did not train properly--if you can consider what I did training at all.
In December, I realized that I need to figure out how I was going to train for the Big Sur 21-miler this time, as well as coupling training with my goal to lose 30 pounds by the end of the year. After doing a lot of research, I choice Hal Higdon's Novice 1 program, coupled with Jeff Galloway-esque run/walk intervals, and 2-3 CrossFit WODs a week.
I know there may be purists who disagree with this approach, but my decision was based on continuing my current level of activity, layered with a practical approach to balancing marathon training with my regular life.
I officially kicked off training in January, and since then, I've been on a constant roller coaster of fatigue, soreness and constant discovery of clothes that don't fit me anymore. On Saturday, I ran what I am calling the inaugural Half Mere-athon (or as most people know it, a 13-mile training run), which gave me a lot of time to think about how the first half of my training has gone. I decided to make a list of the things I've learned in the last few months in the off-chance that there's someone else out there is like me.
You know those days when you just feel like "Blah?" That's me today--I skipped my 6AM run this morning to read and don't plan on working out today (save for my yoga video tonight). It's days like today where you just need something comfy to pull on, and automagically look adorable. And it's not easy finding that type of comfy cute look when you're plus-sized. Things that make other girls look cute make you look like you're in a muumuu or a tent.
When Greenstyle Creations announced a tester call for the new Scarlet Swing Dress (affiliate link), I applied to test. I make no secret out of my love for Greenstyle--it's kind of like Angie has this magical power like the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. Her patterns look good on every body.
The dress is a simple swing dress, with (we think) 110 options. I did the math on it, but I majored in anthropology and have a master's degree in humanities--I make no claims to be Will Hunting. That being said, there are tons of options, and no matter what build or shape your body has, this dress has a flattering option for you.
Besides the whole "looking good" thing, the pattern is also amazingly simple to cut and sew. I started my final version at 11AM on Sunday morning and was all done and taking pictures by 2. (And that's with cutting in my workspace across town and sewing at home.)
My version is the above-elbow length sleeves in the shorter length with a scoop neck. Since I'm always either coming from a workout, going to workout or sore from a workout, my intentions for this dress--and it's many future iterations--are to be the hug I need when I'm tired, the dress I pull on when I simply don't want fabric touching my skin because everything hurts (I'm looking at you, Murph), and the easy-to-pack option for the many race weekends ahead of me.
Plus, it makes for a pretty dope curtsy, if I do say so myself.
You can get your copy of the Scarlet Swing Dress today for $8.50, but after Wednesday, February 8, the price goes to $10. Get it today, because as Scarlett O'Hara would say "After all, tomorrow is another day."
You can get the pattern here. (Affiliate link)
My dress is made from Double Brushed Poly from Pretty Posh Prints. I got the pattern for free for testing. The total cost of my dress was $22.75.
While it's technically not my blogiversary for another couple of days, the idea was born about a year ago and Google Domains renewed my URL on 1/31, so I'm calling it my anniversary.
While I'm still not established enough to do any of those cool giveaway things that a lot of bloggers do, I did want to celebrate by writing a blog post about the biggest thing I learned in the last year of attempting to have a regular blogging practice:
It's easy to be fake when you write a blog.
You may think that's obvious or you may be shocked, but either way, it's true. I've found myself pretending to be someone I'm not several times. This forced faux version of myself has made it hard for me at times to write posts, which in the end make it so I don't write at all.
I've had a lot of time to think about this. After all, my full time job is in social media. I think we all like to pretend that we are happy, put-together, superheroes on social media, but in real life, we're stressed out balls of weirdness. And there's nothing wrong with that if we embrace it.
I don't know if anyone reads this blog, or if the tiny bit of traffic Weebly tells me it gets every week are spambots or Google. But what I do know, is that if I want to keep doing this, I need keep it real.
So, to celebrate the first anniversary of this blog post, I'm making a promise for year two:
I will be appropriately authentic on this blog.
I've been guilty of posting things on Instagram that I don't know that I believe, as well as sewing things that I don't love or registering for races I don't really want to do, just because I think that's what is expected of me.
I haven't told the stories of the pattern test photos where skirts are pinned on to me, garments aren't hemmed or with upside down waistbands. I haven't shared the runs where I sit down and give up because my body is beyond tired or the mornings when I wake up sick or ravenous because I didn't eat like a real athlete.
I recently heard Shonda Rhimes' 2014 Dartmouth commencement address (below) and realized that I want to be a writer, and to do that, all I have to do is write. To write, though, requires an honesty and transparency with yourself, and I simply haven't been doing that. I'm not a good runner and I'm, at best, a mediocre sewist. But what I am good at is being a nerd, loving pop culture and winning at trivia. I'm great at making messes, watching movies and buying fabric I never intend to use because I don't want to "hurt it." (And yes, that is an actual quote I've said.)
If you're reading this blog, I assume that you're okay with meeting the real me. And if not, well, I'm glad you're on the Internet and probably not someone I know in real life.
It's been a year since I started sewing again and in that year, I've started testing for a bunch of different companies. Usually, I only try to test one pattern a month because pattern testing eats a lot of fabric and time. (Don't get me wrong, I love it, but I want to be open and honest.)
My plans for December were to do one pattern test and then complete the evergrowing pile of Christmas gifts I needed to finish. So, imagine my surprise when Jessica of Lil Luxe Collection tagged me in their testing group asking if I (or any of the other 2XL testers they have used before) could step in and test the new women's version of their Hideaway Hoodie.
I'm going to be honest: I initially ignored the ask. I had three other projects that had to be finished and shipped by last Thursday to make it to Tennessee in time for Christmas. But then, all of the other testers declined and I finished my other projects to a point where I knew I had the availability to test for Lil Luxe again.
Now that I've tested the hoodie, I can't believe I ever considered not doing it. I love this sweatshirt. I've been jonesing for a new post-workout seatshirt and this totally fit the bill. I made it with a French terry I got for $1/yard during Girl Charlee's Black Friday sale and an Art Gallery knit I won for free in a contest in March. Basically, the whole thing cost me $3.
From the outside, the construction looks difficult, but once you start sewing it, it's actually quite easy. The key to making the pockets look perfect is to topstitch the seam allowance to the outside of the pocket. If you follow the instructions given in the pattern, you'll have a super comfy hoodie in no time!
Plus, because the bodice can be sewn three pieces, the options for paneling and colorblocking are pretty much endless. You can do a solid color fo the bodice and sleeves, add a peek of color in the cuffs, or use up your scrapbag and make everything different!
You can get your own version of the Women's Hideaway Hoodie here. Plus, it's 30% off until 12/27.
Let's not mince words here: I haven't done a good job of updating this blog. I've done a LOT of sewing since August, but I couldn't bring myself to write. I guess I had this feeling that whatever I would write just wouldn't be good enough.
Then, this morning, we got the news that one of my husband's aunts passed away. This aunt was the type of person I aspire to be: loved by everyone who knew her, a writer, and dedicated sewist.
She was one of the people who firmly believed I could be a writer if I wanted to, and encouraged me to write more. I guess getting the news this morning forced me to realize that I needed to stop worrying that I wasn't good enough and start trying to write.
As Rio celebrates the closing of its Olympic Games, we reflect and celebrate the athletic accomplishments of the last two weeks. The athletes parade into the stadium wearing their medals, dancing and smiling, and we watch from home, proud of their endeavors and the way they represented their countries.
But—when is the last time we’ve celebrated ourselves similarly? We celebrate the accomplishments of Olympians, people we will never know personally, yet go about our individual lives not truly celebrating or recognizing the amazing things we’re doing—or that those close to us—on a regular basis.
While on my run this morning, I had an epiphany that four years ago—the last time I watched a Summer Games Closing Ceremony—I was unemployed, new to California, and had never run longer than three miles. Since then, I’ve started and completed a Master’s program, run 15 half marathons, toed the line of a marathon, and have a job that I love 90% of the time.
While these things may not be as amazing as becoming an Olympic champion over the course of four years, for me those things are as valuable as a gold medal. I know that I have friends who have defeated cancer, found their life partner, had a child, graduated with their PhD, ran a marathon, written a book, lost huge amounts of weight, or landed their dream job, all since London closed its games in 2012.
I guess this all boils down to the question: when was the last time you celebrated yourself? If it hasn’t been recently, take a moment from your day and recognize the amazing things you’re doing, no matter how small they seem to you in comparison. It can be as simple as knocking out an extra workout during the week, making a dish you’ve never cooked before, finishing the book that’s been on your to-read list for months or even taking the leap to ask a question you’ve been afraid to ask.
To put it into Olympic terms, we’re all competing in its marquee event: living a happy, passionate life and the only way we’re going to stand on top of the podium at the end of it is to celebrate the little things.
So ask yourself—how can you celebrate yourself today?
Hi there! I'm Meredith and a dork who happens to be bad at running and mediocre at sewing, but in love with both of them.