Hoist the colours...
Possibly staying up 'til three last night drawing little monogram thingies with the letters BM or BWM for my brother's design logo was a bad idea when I had to be conscious before 8. (Six or Seven hours sleep I can do. Five or less leaves me a bit ragged.)
I've been researching fabric and buttons. I'm gonna make a pirate coat - by which I mean one of those Georgian frockcoats, both lush and ragged as all hell at the same time. Like these, although mine is unlikely to be as cool.
And lo, I remember why I don't do sewing projects very often. Five quid for the patterns and I'm in need of 5.5m of coat material, 5.5m of lining and 6m of some thin cotton for shirt and waistcoat. And 45 buttons. If I was content to make said outfit from brightly patterned polycotton covered in some lurid design and compliment it with lining and buttons of purest plastic, like as not I could find all I need for a quid a meter. Apparently wanting to use cottons, linen or wool in plain dark colours means I require a far larger pocketbook. And buttons - fuck me - do you know how much buttons cost? Bloody stupid things.
Wah. This is all depressing my neurons somewhat since I'm already gonna have to not eat for two weeks or something to fix my barclaycard bill from the jewellery supplies I purchased. Bloody neurons and their bloody ideas and their bloody maniacal whimsy. It's worse than a drug habit.
I am listening to the Pirates of the Caribbean soundtracks a lot. I rewatched the third film; it's not as good as the other two mostly because the script doesn't contain so many glorious lines and the multiple Jacks still annoys the hell out of me. Other than that it's fun.
I have to go find out what my mother's crying about now, she's shouting at furniture in the other room under the impression (I assume) that it's me. Or it could be Wurting come back again I suppose...
I've been researching fabric and buttons. I'm gonna make a pirate coat - by which I mean one of those Georgian frockcoats, both lush and ragged as all hell at the same time. Like these, although mine is unlikely to be as cool.
And lo, I remember why I don't do sewing projects very often. Five quid for the patterns and I'm in need of 5.5m of coat material, 5.5m of lining and 6m of some thin cotton for shirt and waistcoat. And 45 buttons. If I was content to make said outfit from brightly patterned polycotton covered in some lurid design and compliment it with lining and buttons of purest plastic, like as not I could find all I need for a quid a meter. Apparently wanting to use cottons, linen or wool in plain dark colours means I require a far larger pocketbook. And buttons - fuck me - do you know how much buttons cost? Bloody stupid things.
Wah. This is all depressing my neurons somewhat since I'm already gonna have to not eat for two weeks or something to fix my barclaycard bill from the jewellery supplies I purchased. Bloody neurons and their bloody ideas and their bloody maniacal whimsy. It's worse than a drug habit.
I am listening to the Pirates of the Caribbean soundtracks a lot. I rewatched the third film; it's not as good as the other two mostly because the script doesn't contain so many glorious lines and the multiple Jacks still annoys the hell out of me. Other than that it's fun.
I have to go find out what my mother's crying about now, she's shouting at furniture in the other room under the impression (I assume) that it's me. Or it could be Wurting come back again I suppose...