Hello! I’m still here. I know I haven’t posted since August, but it’s been a rough stretch of bad sewing luck. I did have a couple of decent things — a Plantain here, a Renfrew there, a great blouse — but the number of wadders! I’ve never had such a losing streak in my (sewing) life.
Recently, I thought I had gotten myself onto the right track. And then this just happened:
BRB, gotta go throw something breakable against the wall. See you in 2016.
[ happy dance. … or is it? ]
2015 will be known as the year I first experimented with rayon jersey. It’s probably not as cool as the kind of experimentation that so many people do in college, but guys, this is a sewing blog
, so dial down the coolness expectations.
Anyone else love rayon jersey? Anyone else hate rayon jersey? Me too, on both, and I’ve got evidence in support of each.
[ swish ]
This dress is of vacation, by vacation, for vacation. I bought this fabric on a weekend trip to Chicago and sewed it up weeks later for a two-week trip to South America.
(I think we all can agree on this much: The best souvenirs are sewing souvenirs.)
I’ve been snarfing up Seamwork Magazine, Colette Patterns’ new project, with utter delight since the day it came out. Every month I get excited about the next release (only 14 more days, guys!). And yet the first pattern I’ve made was from the May issue — the Adelaide dress.
I realize this is the second off-white tank dress I’ve made this summer, but in truth, these dresses are so different that there’s no comparison.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned from innumerable wardrobe analyses and all that, it’s that I. Am. Boring. That’s OK. My inner self has come to peace with it.
Don’t try to fight it, my inner self says. Your colorful blouses and shiny dresses will only get worn so often, especially when all those navy and ivory and gray and beige fabrics are sitting in your stash, and furthermore, your not-terribly-well-fitting navy linen dress will get work as soon as it’s out of the wash.
It’s been awhile since I posted, but I know you’ll understand why — it’s summer. Either you’re wasting your time luxuriating in the sunshine, or you’re wasting your time panting in the shade of the nearest tree, wishing for a hint of a breeze, something, anything. Poring over a computer screen seems like something you should save for winter, along with hot baths, mugs of tea and wool fabric.
Wool is definitely a bad word right now. Lace, on the other hand…
Fit was a huge part of why I wanted to learn to sew. (And polyester. God, the polyester.) I was tired of getting pissed off while shopping because entire genres of clothing were off limits.
Of all the reasons I’m proud of my handmade garments, the fact that they fit is probably the most important thing. But I began thinking: Wouldn’t it be an interesting exercise to try to fit a garment to someone else?
So I sent an email blast to some lady friends with a proposal: Give me some of your time — enough for me to take measurements and do fittings — and I’ll give you a free skirt.
More selfies! Way fewer are in a real-world setting (my apartment after work is usually what happens), and there is a gradual improvement in quality as I realize that BOY HOWDY the front camera on my phone really sucks.
There also is about a 500% increase in appearances from Grumble the dog. Which is as it should be.
I know it’s not exactly encouraged, but back at the end of April, I reeeeeally wanted to make up a garment, lickety-split, to wear for Me-Made May.
So DUH, I knew exactly what to do.
I tried to take selfies to capture the me-mades in the wild, but guys, I really hate selfies. So some of them are comical.