Remember Butterick 6166? I sewed it with the least natural fiber I could lay my mitts on and broil when I wear it- it’s like a business class scuba suit. My fault- I’m still a sucker for a pretty and not so functional fabric. You know. Heres the little meltdown now:
Ok, so has it held up ? Is it getting out of the closet much? Well, it still makes me feel constricted. But thats just me. I like my baggy art teacher foolishness.
Last week I hit that work wardrobe wall where I realized I was relying on cardigans and t-shirts and it hurt my heart. But what did I want to be when I grow up, I thought?
1917: American actor Theda Bara (1885 – 1955) holds a peacock feather fan next to a bed in a still from director J Gordon Edwards’ film ‘Cleopatra’. Bara is wearing a costume consisting of a bustier and sarong with a long peacock feather train and a peacock feather headdress.
Ok, well, yes, I want to be Theda Bara, but lets think practical- I hate being photographed. I found myself pining alot of outfits with cross overs and underpants. No. Wait- pants under them. I do not pin underpants. Stop giggling. Shut up! Back on point!
Ahem- like this:
But wear do you wear this? Or this:
Or this:
Really, it’s just a hop and skip to you eating a horses heart alone in the cafeteria while your co-workers fear you.
Ok, this mother of dachshunds needs to tone it down a bit. Ok- ready?
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Ok, so this little experiment is the crossover piece laid over a 2nd one going from the other shoulder and the rest follows the pattern- but- without the gut swaddling girdle thing. I really hated how it only went across the front- I’m partial to a nice full obi type foolishness. The back is darted and zipperless. This is a crinkle gauze that looks so heavy and fall- but is actually quite cool. Pardon the humidity- I look like a chicken in a windstorm.
Ah, fudgesicles- look at that drag line. I’d like to swear it’s the pose- or the field or something. Sorry Mrs Mole.I have failed you.
This fabric scared me. It screamed ‘broomstick skirt smelling of funny cigarettes’ so it stayed in my closet for quite a long time. So it was the perfect sacrifice for an experiment. I think I’ll get some wear out of this, I can’t help thinking it’s pretty gloomy for summer, but, hey, what would Daenerys do?
English: “Are these hearts from pasture-raised, sustainably-farmed horses?” Dothraki: “Hash jin zhori ray efesash hrazefoon fini nem dranesh she ram ma fini nem azhish vigoverat?”
Erin was so worried about dropping her hanky and breaking a rib in the retrieval process that she tied on some spares. Clever girl!
They say dress for the job you want- Wanda picked gladiator.
Lois found the cat ashtray she’d made her step mom for mothers day in the bin behind the pool house. She didn’t say anything, but clearly she gave a message.
Huh, not all boucle is classy.
One more ‘is that you tinkling’ joke and I’m gonna bust some asses, she thought.
Not so much Klimt- more like Clumpt.
Alice spent the morning being backcombed offstage by members of the official Wool council representatives.
Do modelling contracts include chafing hazard pay?
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Got your attention, right? Enjoy a little Mack and Mabel:
You know I have dreams of crazy art teacher splendour for my wardrobe- I would love to swath myself in 40 yards of hemp linen tie-dyed with diabetic turtle urine, but alas, I am a little too large for such. But I hoard drapey skirt and tunic patterns and this skirt is among that group. You know you could totally straddle a pottery wheel in this, you know you could.
But I’ve never considered the blouse. Judging from the envelope pic, Vogue hadn’t either. But lots of clever stylish ladies have. Why not little me? It buttons down the front. I’m not a fan of this concept. It’s not about button hole production- I swear, I don’t even own any retail made button downs. I like how they look on my friend Barbara- who always looks like a Bouvier sister popping out to the farmers market on the Vineyard in one. Not me. I look like a junior management trainee at McDonalds. Seriously???
I’m sorry, Ellen, the fry cooks just can’t respect you in that.
But look at the sleeves on this pattern- so floaty- I can picture myself making decrees and proclaiming things in this top. Maybe I can UNBUTTON IT!!!!
Ok, easy- just reposition the front on the fold and remove the excess needed for an overlap- then just pop in those shapely darts, stitch the shoulder and side seams and it should work just fine, right? Hmm….why am I stuck in this top?
Ok, I didn’t do this- I actually planned ahead. It’s a new thing I’m trying out. Planning. Hmm.
So I decided to cut the front and back on the folds and to do the shapy darts on the front pieces, then, shape the back with a strip of covered elastic attached at the back. Cinching without being permanantly stuck in my new blouse.
I think it worked. What do you think? Let me preface this picture by saying it’s afterwork, the camera was hating me and well, you get it. But this picture looks like Ive just given the Nixon speech and the helicopter is waiting.
I love that this is fitted volumninosity- seriously- 2 darts on either side of the gut bagel area and it creates a nice line while still feeling like pajamas. Freestyle Flying Squirrel sleeves!!!
Now I had this great idea to rep[lace those back darts and here’s my only action shot that wasn’t blurry- I have no idea what I was doing, but assume a muddy dog may have been involved:
Well, I’m super pleased and feel very much like Marie Curie- you know, I altered a blouse and thats kind of like discovering two elements, right? Right?????
Here’s a picture from the aborted sunday photo shoot- hence the monday posting, which I don’t usually do. Does this make me look fat?
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Pretty Grievances 