Monthly Archives: September 2015

Making it Just Fabulous

I bought a pair of hippie-esque wooden platform wedge shoes that are, in a word, gorgeous.

Like many stylish shoes that do not include the word “flat” in the title, these lovely shoes turned my feet into a nightmare of blisters on every. single. toe.

“Is this the end?” I thought, as I limped home after an evening in the city, bandaids hanging listlessly, having provided no relief to the sharp faux leather straps stabbing my toes, I believed I would never wear them again.

Hippie Shoes

Fast forward months later, I decided to wear them again, because, come on, they’re so cute.

Something had to be done, and as I sat in hopelessness, I thought of something. I have knowledge in the skill of textile arts. I know how to cut rectangles into useful shapes, and use a hot glue gun to top it off.

Want to make your cute shoes not torture you? Follow the steps I list below loosely, and maybe my magic will work for you. Maybe.

What you need: 

  • Scraps of some soft fabric. I used flannel left over from the Pajama Fiasco. It doesn’t really matter what color it is, since ideally it won’t show.
  • A marker
  • Hot glue gun (ideally with glue sticks to go with it)
  • A pair of shoes that you love that have hurt you in the past.
  • Scissors

What you do:

You probably remember exactly where it is that those shoes hurt you. The idea is to cushion those areas. These shoes were fine everywhere except in the front, so that is the spot I focused on.

Open wide

Open up the shoes, if possible. If not, work on the outside and then trim to fit later. You’ll need to do that anyway.

Using the marker, trace around the area you would like to be padded. It’s a bit awkward holding everything, but just try to get it as close as possible. It’s better for it to be too big than too small.

Trace 'emMatch 'em

At this point, I assume you had the foresight to plug in the hot glue gun at the beginning. If not, do that now.

Since hot glue dries super fast, and it would be preferable to not have dried up glue all over your shoes, make sure everything is ready. Match the piece to where it’s going to go, have the shoe positioned and ready to have fabric on it.

Glue around the perimeter of where your cushions are going to go, then place it on, and pat it firmly (better to not have it dry all round and then irritate your feet in all new ways). When all the pieces are in place, cut the extra flannel off, and voila!

Who said fashion is pain? Hah!

Shoes1 Shoes2

As you can see, the flannel is not visible when being worn. After the night out, the flannel was pretty worn out, and burning or zigzag stitching the edges may help with that.

Another tip: if your heels are hurting your arch, tape your third and fourth toe together (yes, tape them). This take pressure off of your arch or something like that, and you will be less sore along with blister free!

What a time to be alive.

A Series of Unfortunate Events

There is no happiness in this installment of the Simply Melissy chronicles. There is misfortune in the beginning, dashed hopes in the middle, and, I am sorry to say, no happy ending.

If you choose to continue, you will have the misfortune of reading about a series of very unfortunate events relating to the tragic creation of a pajama shirt. It Reading on, you will come across such atrocities as upside down sewing machines, creepy crawlies, and single fold bias tape.

Though it is my solemn duty to record these events, there is nothing stopping you from closing your browser, and searching happier sections of the internet. If you choose to continue, you will likely be too distraught to do anything but stare at your wall, and sigh.

It began on a lovely summer day, when Melissa, who hates all things relating to the outdoors in the summer months, chose to stay inside and prepare for the coming colder months. She had purchased some yards of a lovely sewing machine print fabric, and looked forward to chilly nights wrapped in flannel.

Too cute for tragedy
Too cute for tragedy

She washed the fabric, hung it to dry, and cut out the pattern pieces. She unfolded the fabric, and began to prepare for cutting. As she carefully positioned the paper pieces onto the fabric, she realized there was no where near enough!

After a shock, she quickly recovered. “A pink yoke!” she said, happily, to no one in particular.

It didn’t end there.

As she struggled to find room for the sleeves, front and back, she realized she would need to flip the fabric. The sewing machines were upside down. Just like her happiness.

Being an eternal optimist, she cut and sewed. Roadblocks continued. After sewing the bias tape, she realized the yoke was somehow both upside and backwards.

So full of hope.
So full of hope.

No matter! She went to the store, bought some more fabric…

She forgot the cardinal rule of right sides together.
She forgot the cardinal rule of right sides together.

At this point, she wanted so scream and sigh, at the same time.

And she would. But not yet.

She ripped the stitches… and some fabric.


She tarried on, until the worst thing that could have possibly happened.

Alas, it is too ghastly to name. I will not terrify you with descriptions of its long, thin body, and hundreds upon hundreds of legs. This thing, this unmentionable, slithered out from beneath her fabric bin, and invaded her personal space.

Oh how she screamed. So loud that her father raced down to dispose of the beast. But it was too late. The damage was done.

There would be no more sewing that evening.

The next day, though scared, she decided to finish the pajama shirt once and for all. As she attached the sleeves, and trimmed some off of the sides.

This was her worst mistake yet.

After every stitch was finished, every seam ironed, she was excited, despite the tragedy that had just transpired.

But alas, it was too small.

And too big.

At the exact same time.


The sleeves, too big, and where they may have been comfort and warmth in them, only ridicule appeared when torso, too, was much, much, too small.

It was folded neatly, after nearly losing her head trying to take it off, and placed atop a dresser.

And there it remains.