What is this? It took me three months to sew my first skirt (a simple A-line) this summer/fall, and now I’ve finished three in a week?
This is the first time I’ve sewn a brocade, and the fabric was wigglier than I expected. I used a scrap of coordinating poly-satin for the facing, and, since I have sewn satin before, I should have known better. It’s like trying to tattoo a live fish. Luckily, all of the wonky bits are hidden on the inside of the garment.
More after the break…
I finished up Simplicity 5259, attempt number two, and it’s perfect. Well, as perfect as this novice can get it. So good, in fact, that I actually disassembled a vintage skirt I’ve had hanging in my closet, so I can tweak its shape to better fit me. This may not mean much to some folks, but I have the tendency to treat my vintage pieces like sacred goods. Which is completely stupid, because it means that I have a lot of goodies that I can’t wear, either because they’re too big, or, in the rare case of this skirt, they were just an unflattering cut in the first place. (I should note: I’m not in the habit of buying ugly clothes just because they’re vintage. This skirt is the bottom half of a suit that has a darling jacket.)
Now that I feel like I have this pattern under control, I’m excited to rebuild this old skirt. We Have The Technology. :)
This Simplicity pattern is not so simple.
Not that it was difficult by any means, but… I am THAT stupid. (More after the break)
I’m okay with guys wearing low-rise jeans, because this:
is one of my favorite parts of a guy. Assuming he’s in good enough shape to get away with it. But as I walked past a Hollister clone today, I couldn’t help but notice that the male mannequins were wearing jeans so low that… well, those hombres better know a thorough (and gentle) waxing tech.
There was a boy at the bowling alley last night, with baggy-ass, showing-6-inches-of-his-boxers jeans and a crooked baseball cap, and I figured him to be 16 at the most. But he had a 21+ wristband! So here’s a lesson to be learned, fellas: If you want to look younger, dress like an 8-year-old with no access to a mirror. Oh, and a special note to Crooked Hat Guy’s friend: a basketball jersey that comes down to your knees is a DRESS. Stop acting tough, and realize that you’re actually cross-dressing. Badly. Trannies have much better taste than you do.
Enjoy your weekend, folks! I have given myself a full plate of tasks to accomplish. I hope to be all sunshine and flowers when we meet again.
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I have all of the natural grace of a football falling down a flight of stairs, but…
I still want pointe shoes and one of those sticky-outy pancake tutus.
And a minigun that shoots 50 rounds/second. Aw, yeah.
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shoes and pie 