I have been writing like crazy all week, trying to get a chunk of my thesis out of the way. It went pretty well, but has left me incapable of writing anything else so I give you pictures instead. And not even particularly good ones. Sorry. Meh.
In between bursts of typing like a mad thing, I finished sewing the top that I was working on. You’d think I would also have ironed it properly before photographing it, but I seem to have overlooked that.
Close-up of the pin-tucks that almost ruined my life.
It’s simple and plain, just white cotton with a few little details like the gathers and pin tucks thrown in for interest, and that’s it. But I love the fit, and I’ve already worn it a couple of times since I finished it.
Also? No idea why I look so sullen in these photos. Note to self: stop that.
Published June 27, 2008
This may actually be the death of me.
I have sewn, ripped, and re-sewn these six times. And they don’t even look impressive! AND I now have to cut into them. Y’know, so they can be made pattern-shaped.
They are also the reason for my blogging absence of late. I kept thinking to myself, “Oh, don’t post today, for tomorrow you will have a pretty finished top to show off. Wait till then.” But that was before I realised what a never-ending nightmare pin-tucks had ushered into my life. So I’m giving in and posting now. Also because I need to whine about how bloody infuriating these things are. But really, how can I be grumpy when we’re in the middle of my favourite two weeks of the year?
Soon, soon I shall have something pretty to show. Oh yes, and I have knitting which will be duly paraded about these parts, it just doesn’t look like much yet.
“Why that’s just something I whipped up over the weekend… Oh thank you, yes, I do have phenomenal dress-making talents… Well if you think this is impressive, you should taste my florentines!”*
It appears that all this sewing has gone to my head. I have become some sort of sewing-megalomaniac, unaware of any limit to my own talents. I have, if you will, created a monster. Of myself. Heh.
… back gathers. Isn’t the difference startling?
But if you wish to shout at me and tell me to stop being so vain, well, I CAN’T HEAR YOU because I’m too busy twirling in my new green dress. Tra la la la la.
I made the pattern for this myself, because I prefer to do that than to use bought patterns. It’s just more fun, and I love the designing part. ‘Twas my dream as a young ‘un. I can’t believe I’ve left it so long since I last sewed something – it’s SO MUCH FUN! I predict many more dresses in my future. Maybe I shall even brave sleeves!
*It seems all the obnoxious gloating took over my brain and turned me into, among other things, a liar. I have never made florentines. And I imagine that if I did, they would be less than impressive.
Published June 8, 2008
Tags: design, fabric, sewing
Reuniting with my first love:
And it feels good.
Hopefully I’ll finish this later today, because man is sewing so much faster than knitting. But then I am finding it extremely hard to tear myself away from the French Open final too… Love Sundays. Love Summer.
Published April 19, 2008
Tags: design, pattern making, sewing
So. Today being Saturday, and the weekend, and more to the point, the first weekend in a while when I haven’t had piles of other things to do, I decided to indulge in a little sewing and perhaps make myself a dress. Now for me, long before there was knitting, there was sewing. I had all sorts of dreams of going to college and studying fashion design, becoming an overnight sensation and being on Chloe Sevigny’s speed-dial (girl is stylish). In the end I decided it wasn’t for me, and I didn’t follow through, but I picked up some (vaguely questionable) pattern-making skills along the way. Which means that although I have made quite a lot of clothes for myself over the years, I have never used a bought pattern. Hence, when I decided to make something out of this nice fabric that my sister bought for me on recent trip to New York (the same trip that produced the supercool buttons), it seemed only natural that I design something for myself and make my own pattern. “Nothing to it!” I thought. “What a jolly way to spend a Saturday”, etc.
All I needed was some of that giant tracing paper with which to make my pattern, so off I skipped to the nearby art supply shop to procure said materials. To my absolute shock and horror, of the three art shops I eventually went to, only one had what I needed, and they were insisting I part with 40 euro in order to get it. 40 euro! “Pfff”, I said, “can’t be doin’ with this nonsense” (this I said to myself, not to the slightly haughty shop girl). So I came home empty-handed, plans foiled, and my poor sewing supplies which have been neglected for far too long sadly have a little longer to wait while I come up with a better solution. (Surely there has to be one, right? Any of you out there with any ingenious suggestions for me?)
In the meantime, must think of something else to amuse myself with for the afternoon. Sigh.