So..........yeah.
Alice not quite going as planned. Apparently the end of the semester coupled with the attention span of a goldfish don't really mix too well. There is some progress, of course! The whole bodice is at least in one piece now. But still not finished enough to warrant pictures.
I also desperately need a new dress for work. Last year's was a learning curve, and there are some things I can fix. Also, not having proper underwear, combined with not washing the fabric before making the dress, left it with some stretching issues and weird sweat reactions. You didn't need to know that. Anyway, I had planned on getting this gorgeous fabric with blue flowers from one website, but I waited too long and they ended up not having enough left for me. So I freaked out a while looking for something of equal awesome, which of course there wasn't for a decent price, and finally ended up buying some almost-as-nice, and more authentic, stuff from this place in India. Which tells me that for some reason it will take two weeks to get here. HOW SLOW IS THIS PLANE FLYING?
In the meantime I have been weirdly productive. Usually when I come home from school some internal clock inside of me goes whack and I end up just loafing around for a week or so doing absolutely nothing and being ashamed of couch-potato-ing but not really having the willpower to do anything about it. And while this has happened to an extent because it's SO FREAKING COLD outside, for once in my little life I've been busy, and have actually made myself a shift (partially by hand), and have started on a pair of pockets (pockets were separate in ye olden tymes, because skirts with pockets tend to look dumb). What is going on here? Usually I start something, cut it out, wait a month, work a little, wait a month, and then freak out and do the entire thing the night before I have to wear it. I started this shit on Sunday and it's DONE. Have I been replaced with an alien?
Discovery of the day: an 18th century shift, despite being underwear, covers more of your body than most modern clothing. Meaning if you wear it with a belt it makes a nice summer dress. Because who the hell is going to know?
I also desperately need a new dress for work. Last year's was a learning curve, and there are some things I can fix. Also, not having proper underwear, combined with not washing the fabric before making the dress, left it with some stretching issues and weird sweat reactions. You didn't need to know that. Anyway, I had planned on getting this gorgeous fabric with blue flowers from one website, but I waited too long and they ended up not having enough left for me. So I freaked out a while looking for something of equal awesome, which of course there wasn't for a decent price, and finally ended up buying some almost-as-nice, and more authentic, stuff from this place in India. Which tells me that for some reason it will take two weeks to get here. HOW SLOW IS THIS PLANE FLYING?
In the meantime I have been weirdly productive. Usually when I come home from school some internal clock inside of me goes whack and I end up just loafing around for a week or so doing absolutely nothing and being ashamed of couch-potato-ing but not really having the willpower to do anything about it. And while this has happened to an extent because it's SO FREAKING COLD outside, for once in my little life I've been busy, and have actually made myself a shift (partially by hand), and have started on a pair of pockets (pockets were separate in ye olden tymes, because skirts with pockets tend to look dumb). What is going on here? Usually I start something, cut it out, wait a month, work a little, wait a month, and then freak out and do the entire thing the night before I have to wear it. I started this shit on Sunday and it's DONE. Have I been replaced with an alien?
Discovery of the day: an 18th century shift, despite being underwear, covers more of your body than most modern clothing. Meaning if you wear it with a belt it makes a nice summer dress. Because who the hell is going to know?