Monsters that talk, monsters that walk the earth
I drafted a seven piece corset pattern for myself. I'm pretty happy with it, but it's hard to tell what the final fit of a corset will be like until it's more or less finished, so we'll see. The plan is that I make a corset, or possibly two, out of denim. Denim is way more durable and washable than the velvet, brocade, and satins that my other corsets are made of, and is strong enough that it can support itself without interlining, so it will be lighter and breathe more. Which is to say, hopefully I will be able to wear it on more casual occasions and worry less about its well-being. Also, it goes way more with my day-to-day outfit (black shirt, blue jeans, docs), and maybe people will be more able to accept that sometimes, a corset is more comfortable than an underwire bra and should be acceptable as street wear.
So, in an uncharacteristically conscientious move, I pre-washed the fabric. Apparently one yard of raw denim can actually release enough dye to turn a bathtub of water deep purple. The denim is hanging over the shower, and is still dripping blue, after ten rinses.
My ginormous bedroom is finally very habitable. I've got a corner for sewing/drafting/calligraphy, I've got a nook for curling up in, I've got more than my fair share of mattresses and shelves, and quite a reasonable amount of floor spaces for pinning and cutting fabric.
In other news, I'm currently listening to Dave's radio show, "Life During Wartime." It is both surreal and awesome to hear his voice on my computer, and his taste in music is pretty excellent. It's like all those mix CDs I forced Dave to make for me, but in real time. I recommend tuning in to WRCT (88.3 FM in Pittsburgh, or you can do this through your internet machine here) on Sunday between 10 PM and midnight.
Speaking of good music, I really (irrationally, even) like the song "Ozanam" by the very sexy Pining for the Fjords, who are lucky enough to having "fjords" in their name and Dom in their band (please note: I'm pretty sure that's not a final cut of the song. It may be even better eventually).
So, in an uncharacteristically conscientious move, I pre-washed the fabric. Apparently one yard of raw denim can actually release enough dye to turn a bathtub of water deep purple. The denim is hanging over the shower, and is still dripping blue, after ten rinses.
My ginormous bedroom is finally very habitable. I've got a corner for sewing/drafting/calligraphy, I've got a nook for curling up in, I've got more than my fair share of mattresses and shelves, and quite a reasonable amount of floor spaces for pinning and cutting fabric.
In other news, I'm currently listening to Dave's radio show, "Life During Wartime." It is both surreal and awesome to hear his voice on my computer, and his taste in music is pretty excellent. It's like all those mix CDs I forced Dave to make for me, but in real time. I recommend tuning in to WRCT (88.3 FM in Pittsburgh, or you can do this through your internet machine here) on Sunday between 10 PM and midnight.
Speaking of good music, I really (irrationally, even) like the song "Ozanam" by the very sexy Pining for the Fjords, who are lucky enough to having "fjords" in their name and Dom in their band (please note: I'm pretty sure that's not a final cut of the song. It may be even better eventually).