She kept planting her furry little butt on my skirt. We drew lines of compromise here.
She sure makes me more cheerful when I inevitably fuck up a simple seam, though. Lookatthatface!
The desert at 90mph.
This part of the lawn is VERY IMPORTANT.
Sometimes, I'm tempted to put fake eyelashes on my wighead.
The 300" skirt and the front tapestry panel.
There’s a story behind that tapestry–
Friend Amanda, who is making my bodice
(and regularly whips out costumes for dozens of folks
every year at Faire, ‘coz she’s a genius),
came over to my place last weekend for a shopping trip in the fabric district.
It was amazing to go down there with another veteran–
the districts in LA–fabric, fashion, jewelry, furniture, toys, floral–can be seriously intimidating if you don’t go there often.
It’s crowded, kinda dusty,
parking is a pain in the ass,
and there are so. many. things. whipping past your vision,
it’s easy to get headachey and grumpled.
We both had this moment, about ninety minutes into our trip,
where we were checking to see if the other person was okay,
because that’s uuuuusually the limit we have when we go with other folks,
and we both had to laugh, we were so fine with trucking on
for another three hours.
Plus, girl has a seriously good eye for fabrics.
This tapestry was a simultaneous spotting at Levine’s upholstery shop;
we gasped, I squeaked,
“Oh my God, can I use that?!?!”
Amanda looked at the price, and said,
“No. No, you can’t.”
…It was $24 per yard.
I normally never pay more than $5 per yard when I’m in the fabric district.
There was a great deal of hemming and hawing,
I got a swatch and carried it around for the rest of the afternoon,
and finally just had to come back and get it,
because it was SO PERFECT.
And I only needed one yard.
It’s totally justifiable.
And Amanda said I could!
Here’s a brief glimpse of my finished top skirt–
I also finished the bottom last night.
It's this amazing tweedy mustard color--It feels like I pulled it out of a Vermeer painting.
There will be more photos–
still have to attach my waistband,
hem the panel,
attach the panel to my hoop
(oh yes, I am wearing a hoop LIKE A BOSS),
and then the fun begins with chopine construction!
It’s going to be a busy month,
but my brain and heart feel so much better
for having something creative to hold.