And it’s for ME! Granted, I’m still making Renaissance underwear (this time slightly more historically accurate), but I managed to squeeze in a little something for myself.
Okay, I’ll be honest. I started this project more than a year ago. I “finished” it once before, but my body dysmorphia resulted in a very large and ill-fitting dress. I took it in today. Finally. Although, I took it in so well that it only fits on models with movable shoulders. Which means we get to suffer through a picture of me instead of a picture of my dressform.
Perhaps the only one suffering is me. Not only do I detest the way I look (body dysmorphia, among other things), but I’m incredibly awkward in general. The awkwardness doubles in front of a camera. Especially on self timer. I had to take a dozen pictures before I could find one I’m happy with.
I first saw a dress like this in a fancy pants store in Toronto. A store in which I could never afford anything on the racks. I’m pretty sure a good chunk, if not all, of the clothing was vintage. Once I got home, I found a pattern for the exact same dress. A short while later, I found the perfect fabric for it. Sew sew sew… Fat.
Now that it’s altered, I rather enjoy the dress. The sleeves might be a little too huge and may be coming in, but other than that, I dig it. So glad I got it to fit right at the end of summer. And when I have no where to wear it. But I have it, and that’s all that matters.
Okay… ten months. Eleven months to get it in place… Whatever. Don’t judge.
I finally finished the couch I picked up off the side of the road last August, but started working on it around labor day. I finished it sometime last month, but we just now got it out of the basement and into its home in the living room.
Ahhh…. Claw feet, nailhead trim, rich colors… I’m actually surprised that I love this fabric as much as I do. I sort of eyed it at work for awhile. Was excited to see it go to clearance, picked up a remnant. Figured I would make a bag out of it, or something. But then I saw this couch, which was a slightly smaller version of what my parents have in their living room, and I knew they were a match. Let’s revisit the before, shall we?
Not really, the couch was laying on its back when this was taken… The couch was filled with straw. Straw, cotton, bird seed, bobby pins, coins, and springs. It was disgusting. Now it’s filled with springs. And foam and batting. Nothing else. Inside the couch, we also found what we can only assume is a scrap of fabric they had on the couch before the rosebud monstrosity. Kind of a burgundy velvet. So we stapled that and a scrap of the roses onto the back before covering it. I don’t plan on getting rid of this couch any time soon. Or really recovering it again in the future. But in case either of those happens, we’ll have a little reminder of what came before. We also signed it somewhere. Because The Hippy and I are weird.
I’ve got about 20 more pictures of the couch being reupholstered. There certainly isn’t room here, so if you’re so inclined, do check out the photobucket.
I locked myself in the basement today to get some work done, cool off, and get away from my yelling neighbors. After a short SNAFU with a bobbin, I was rolling along and getting stuff done.
I started off my afternoon applying patches to this leather vest for my dad. Want a closer look?
Any question what my dad did in his past life? ha. The last patch is a leather patch my dad engraved with his laser. He’s making and selling engraved goods on eBay and Etsy. I’m pretty sure everyone in the world needs a decal for their car window. I know my truck is 100% cooler with the Danger Kitty in the back. Of course, if I do something douchy on the road, I’m a lot harder to forget about…. I digress.
I also managed to finish up my bloomers and get somewhat decent pictures of them so you don’t have to see bloomers hanging from my oven.
The pears and quilting cotton and the laterns are flannel. And note to self: DK, you have a tripod. Use it.