Thursday, October 16, 2008
I was patient in Metro. I was on a mission for the perfect wool coating for my fabu long duster- visions of it dancing in my head like sugar plums. I searched the walls. I searched the corners. I searched the floor. I crawled behind rolls and chairs- and I think there may have even been a desk under there- but I didn't find perfect. I found close-enough. (I know, in Metro??!!- there's the first "Say it ain't so!").
So I revised the vision. I found the perfect shade of almost blue for the lining to match the close-enough wool. I waited while other fabric was sliced and diced, while Patricio fielded the shouted requests of the PRs. I asked for 4 yards of the wool. The artful reach of Mr. Kashi began its pull- one and .... that was it. Just barely 2 yards... Oh, Kashi, I just spent 2 hours revising weeks worth of planning in my head, and now? Now you tell me just barely 2 yards? (There's "say it ain't so" number 2). What about my luxuriously long duster? One look into those puppy dog eyes, beseaching me not to force that meager length back onto the roll, and I agreed to take the barely there, close-enough wool. I guessed I could make it a short coat.
But a short coat wouldn't do. I was now obsessed. What could it be? I checked my jacket patterns, and came up with Butterick 4419.
I would have to supplement some contrasting fabric for the hood, but I figured the style would play up the wool nicely. I cut the lining. I cut the hood. I pieced together 9 yards of scrap for the piping (!). I cut the... oh no. The fabric was 2 inches short. (Say it ain't so!). Not only was it 2 inches short, I had no give for matching up the plaids. (hear it again?)
But on I trudged. And when it was all done, I tried it on and went
This style may have been all me 15 years ago, but it's just not me now. Sigh. Say it ain't so.
*ETA: yuck for how it looked on me, but not for the cape itself- it came out awesome. I've already gifted it to a very cool lady for whom I think this is perfect.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Maybe part of me always knew. I'd heard the stories. Big 4 runs big. Big, I thought. ha.
Of course, there were the fitting issues. Oh sure, my sleeveless dress was ok. but just ok. My jacket was tight, but hey, I'm a newbie. That was my unsteady hand, my bad cuts, my swaying seam allowances.
Then there was the Vogue bodice. I'd asked the woman next to me as we were scouring the sale bin of Vogues- she even said it, "I find that Vogue runs small." That explained that size 16 cut. I graded down the side seams anyway, it all balanced out, didn't it? Butterick size 12. Butterick size 12.
But now it all comes out. Now the tale is being told, folks, and it's being spoken in German. And the tale it's telling is BWOF size 40. That's right. All these years. All this time. I was being lied to. And I loved it.
That was from the chapter "Disillusioned Women and the Stories they Tell Themselves".
sleep. now. :)
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
That was me deciding to topstitch all the seams open a bit late into construction.
Notice that the Duct Tape Dressform has now officially been christened "Lizzie"? I found myself inexplicably offended the other day when my husband kept referring to it as "the dummy".
I would have a picture of stockings to show you, as well as a link to my review of them on PR, but sleep finally overtook me last night (in mid sentence, from what my husband tells me). So here are almost stockings :)
And I'm it! Or, at least, I've been tagged! :)
OK, I've got to get back to the sewing or I'll be wearing my go-to RTW LBD to my cousin's wedding this weekend instead of the jumpsuit I'm slaving over. But before I leave, you'll be happy to know I've stopped trying to sew vicariously through my daughter, who has, despite my subtle hints, never shown an interest in the home arts. I have now started living vicariously through my friend's daughter (she's 8), because she wants to learn to sew. I'm showing her how to thread the machine tomorrow :) Spread the Love :)
Friday, October 3, 2008
Thursday, October 2, 2008
I was having fitting woes, and so I spent my morning performing surgery on the dressform:
if you look to the right in the above picture, you'll see a sneak of the brocade for the bodice on my wedding guest outfit.
I slashed out strategic areas around the midsection and cinched it to the proper measurement with a belt. I then used twine to tie tightly around and keep the shape, and covered it all with more duct tape- I couldn't find the leftover white, bummer.
And when it was all done, I put my bodice muslin on and pinched away.
I actually jumped up and down and sang "It's working! It's working!". I felt like Jodi Foster at the end of Contact: I had no idea. I was so awe-inspired by the ease of working on the form that I decided, what the heck, I'll just re-draft the back of the bodice and make it princess seams.
stockings- so close... so close...