This is an unprecidented event, I am blogging in a wifi bar. Having moved into our new flat, we have yet to get an internet account, so to prevent getting too behind with my SSS documentation I am forced to sup tasty wines as I prattle on to you.
Day 13:

Hanging with Pappa E required self-stitched skirt, vest, ruffle-front jumper and pants. Me-Made-March, Me-Made-May and SSS have taught me skirts aren't just for Christmas, but can be successful and comfy everyday wear. However, having been enjoying the comfort of my new black sailor trousers, it was difficult getting back into skirts that are required for variety.
Day 14:

Possibly the least cohesive outfit I've ever rocked: the self-stitched navy tulip skirt, raglan sleeve blouse, Saint Cardigan and pants combo sufficed as I packed my belongings ready for the big move south.
Day 15:

As with our move from Barcelona to UK, the Essex to Brighton stage was also undertaken by train with all we could carry, the rest of our belongings following by road. Self-stitched navy tulip skirt, stripey T-shirt, vest, pants and leopard coat was my travelling and unpacking outfit of choice.
Day 16:

I hit the ground running by starting my new job the day after moving. For this I wore my black sailor trousers and the black stretch top you may recall I hastily prepared for the job trial a week or so ago. Phew! Busy and crazy day. Umm, I'm hoping it's a trick of the camera, otherwise I may be forced to admit that these trousers make me look incredibly short.
Anyway, as I have previously written, for me the challenge this month is not to prove that I can get by in only self-stitched garments but instead to attempt to do so under difficult circumstances. This month so far has been challenging and exciting at best, unsettled and trying at worst, but so far it's all happened in self-stitched garments. Apologies for my current lack of photographic cohesion or stylistic pizzazz, I hope those times are coming.