A calm and considered rant, with a result. Right, I waited long enough for courtesy. 6 days ago I sent a message via FaceBook and an email to Reconstructing History, detailing the problems with the skirt, and reminding them of the issues with the Edwardian shirtwaist. I got an acknowledgement, saying they’d get back to … Continue reading Click clock click, peplum skirt #4
I was so determined to finish this bloody silk bodice today. It’s been sitting there, part done, for so ruddy long, making me feel guilty. I just spent the best part of an hour carefully clipping, trimming and pressing all the ruddy princess seams in the silk, and in the coutil lining. I’m all hot … Continue reading AAArrrrggghhh!
Well actually, I can’t. My flounce-ability is defunct. My poor treasured ruffler is, like Monty Python’s parrot, no more. My much anticipated sewing marathon started yesterday morning, relatively bright and early. I’ve had plenty of time to prioritise and make lists, so job one was to be ruffling several yards of pre-hemmed trim, to make … Continue reading “…the girl could flounce better than a fat turkey on a trampoline.”
…or possibly just ‘Meh. Bee.’ Dull dull dull dull dull. Did I say dull? Why do the ruddy judges feel the need to dramatics their discussion/commentary? I mean, blimey, it’s SEWING. Everyone watching knows it’s sewing, and sewing is not EXCITING no matter how much you enjoy it. Agitating, yes, but exciting? Every bloody week, … Continue reading Mebbe, mebbe not…
Undie-veloped Undie-cided Undies. Yep, it was lingerie week [horribly mispronounced throughout the show by everyone except Edna Mode- I love her, it’s official]. IT’S NOT lahn-jer-AY people, it’s lahn-jer-EEEEEEEEEEEEE! And breathe. [As annoying as everyone mispronouncing ‘toile’ lol.] Anyway. The usual nonsense ensued. They had to follow a pattern make a stretch bra [or bralet … Continue reading Sewing Bee #3:Undie-whelmed
I just read one of those viral posts on FaceBook [yes, I do spend a lot of time on there, shaddup] It was written by a young woman who’d not been able to fit into size 10 shorts at her favourite retailers, assumed she’d got fat, then compared them with a pair of size four … Continue reading Sizing things up.
Traipsing around on FaceBook recently, as I do, I joined a group unpronouncably named CoBloWriMo (Costume Blog Writing Month), which aims to kick members into blogging by giving daily prompts throughout June. We’re not required to blog every day, or to use all the prompts, just to use the ones which we want. Nice and easy … Continue reading Why won’t you [un-]Dye?