I’m actually propranol-olloping, which isn’t anywhere near as bouncy as it might sound. The doctor upped my dose of beta-blockers a week ago, to ward off the stress related migraines that my job is giving me. I’m finding it pretty hard to adjust, and feel bone-weary, and often light-headed and dizzy. Fortunately, we’re into exam time now, so beyond supporting students as they revise and practice, I don’t have to stand up and sound clever for very long each day. Just as well. [Mind you, I hope it has worn off by the time I start my exam marking in another couple of weeks!]
I have been singularly unproductive this week, which is very annoying. I have so many things that I’m itching to make, all this lovely fabric, beautiful patterns, tons of inspiration- and I’m just too ruddy droopy to move into the sewing room, let alone do anything much. A couple of times I got as far as moving things form one place to another, and I was very happy when my shiny new bobbins for the Singer arrived, but didn’t manage to actually do anything until today.
Hurrah! A teensy little fragment of energy arrived, which kept me going for about half an hour before I went all dizzy and needed another rest. Pathetic. Rinse and repeat, but at least over the space of the entire day, I’ve managed to make a teeny dent in my current sewing plans.
To get me started, I decided to do something good and monotonous, so that my woolly brain could cope [working out how to cord the panel’s of D’s bodice completely froze me…]. Out came the green steampunk skirt, and the useless invisble zip got ripped unceremoniously out. I don’t know what I was thinking, I hate invisible zips, they’re so fragile, and this ruddy thing started to break almost as soon as it was in. the photoshoot last week sounded its death knell, so it’s being replaced with a much more historically appropriate placket closure. [Not done yet lol, I got confused trying to decide which hooks to use.]
The next easy job is the minor re-fashioning of the very first steampunk garment I made, the black taffeta skirt. It’s quite boring, so I decided to add patchwork ruffles, just like I did to the linen skirt for my final SWAP item. I’m using the purple scrap bag this time though. Simply sorting through and pressing all the bits wore me out, and required quite a long rest break. Very frustrating! Anyhew, after several goes, I’ve cut out a sizeable heap of rhomboids, some of which need to be pieced. I’ve done no calculating or counting yet, but there seems to be a goodly quantitiy, and still plenty more scraps available to supplement the heap.
Next up, I pressed the pre-washed ivory silk-cotton. I know I’m supposed to be making stuff for the wife, but I need cheering up…so I’ve prepared the pattern pieces for my Folkwear Armistice blouse. Size XL, that’s cheering isn’t it?
Now this will be a beautiful thing to wear for ‘ordinary’ or for steampunk, but I’m very mindful of the doom and gloom that the missus has predicted for me over-heating in all the corsetry etc when we got to The Asylum weekend in August. [Remember, it’s the big steampunk gathering at Lincoln Castle and Asylum.] This gauzy delight will be just the job for a lovely stroll and picnic, don’t you think? The various skirts will go beautifully. Job done.
Except that, while I’ve been too wibbly to sew, I have been browsing eBay. And this stunning piece of loveliness is on its way.
And this is clearly going to have to be made up into another blouse, with cut outs round the neckline to show it off… maybe another one of these
I showed it [the applique] off on FB, on the Historical Sewing Monthly site, and after all the oohs and ahs died down somone posted this gorgeous pic for further inspiration. Oops. Now I need to make a gauzy black skirt, with red roses on it. Fortunately, the applique supplier has LOTS, so guess what I’ll be ordering on Tuesday [payday]?
So now I need another petticoat too, to give the nice lean swooshy shape. All the thinking about gauzy skirts, red trim, and maybe my little red corset [which I often wear like a belt] made me think of an iconic image from my childhood:
And that, my dears, is how one blouse has turned into plans for TWO blouses, two more skirts [or maybe 3] and a petticoat. I’m incurable.