…Creativity beyond your imagination will occur.
I used to go to the Minnesota Renaissance Festival quite often as a kid. I preferred it to the Minnesota State Fair (blaspheme!!!!) for many years, though I can’t figure out why. I seem to remember being given the choice between the two for at least one year (probably around the time my dad was laid off), and I chose the Ren Fest. I would go around in awe at the sights, the sounds… the clothes.
I would walk past the shops with the clothes hanging out and think, “There’s no way I’ll ever be able to afford one of those dresses.” I assumed the only way one could get one of those dresses was to buy them at those shops. Boy was I wrong…
Let’s fast forward to a few months ago, when I started chit-chatting more with Larue about her Six Wives Project. It wasn’t long before I was sucked into her Wench Posse and embraced by a truly amazing group of people who make it hard to be bummed out. Ever. Overwhelmed, yes, but not bummed out. I have mentioned bits and pieces of my work on the Six Wives project, namely the bloomers, and to thank me for my help, Larue bestowed upon me the most glorious of flocked fabrics and the wisdom I needed to make myself one of “those dresses.”
After many hours of sewing, swearing, crying, making myself sick, and finally SUCCESSFULLY sewing…..
I felt pretty, oh so pretty. But I was not the only pretty one there. The prettiness abounded as our party kicked some major royal ass. Behold:
Amazing costumes, amazing people, and an amazing time. I feel quite blessed to be where I am in my life right now. To top it all off, we went back for more the following day. The Chick lent me her Scottish garb, and a few of us went off for a more relaxed day of adventure.
All costumes handmade and totally awesome. Got myself a ring just like this. I can die happy now. But, you know, I of course plan on living so I can do it all again next year… Only on a bigger scale…..
Life has been in an upheaval lately, and in about a week and a half I should have awesomeness to share. In the meantime, I thought I would share this neato color vision test that I found to be really difficult. Despite my trouble with it, I got a 28, which is on the better end of hue discrimination.
Go ahead and visit X-Rite now and let me know how you fared. I’m better with reds than greens. What are your stronger areas?
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.
Got your attention?
Over the last few weeks, I’ve been in charge of sewing up bloomers for the Wench Posse to wear under their garb for renaissance festivals. The Chick (the woman behind the link lurking behind “Posse”) was glorious enough to cut them out (hate cutting, prefer sewing). I assembled 8 completely, 2 almost entirely, and two halfway. The “two halfway” are mine, and therefore was in no hurry. I tell ya, it’s almost effortless to sew 12 bloomers when you only need to cut 2 of them.
Cupcakes, turtles, a monkeys. The turtles were cursed. Yes, the picture was taken in my kitchen…. It’s the only room in my house with light, let alone natural light.
Georgie is going all Mardi Gras for the Day of Wrong at Bristol this year, hence the beads.
Georgie’s second bloomers are peppers that say Hot Stuff. Because she is. Princess A has the cutest, cutest bloomer fabric EVER. See?
I would like to take this moment to apologize for the craptacular pictures. I knew I wanted pictures of the bloomers. But I lost my camera. I scoured and scoured and scoured, but could not find. Then finally, yesterday morning, just before I was heading to work with a bag full of unphotographed bloomers to be delivered later, I noticed my camera sitting at the bottom of my soft-sided cooler. And then I very clearly remembered myself saying, “This is a stupid place to put my camera. It’s going to fall in, and I’m not going to be able to find it.” And yet I left it there. That’s how I roll. So I had five minutes to get photographic evidence of my bloomer work. Otherwise I probably would have put them on my dress form. I promise my bloomers, once finished, will be photographed on the dress form.
Like half of Princess A’s bloomers, Larue is pirated out this year. You’ve got the Jolly Roger, the Calico Jack flag, as well as various and sundry pirate paraphernalia and phrases.
Larue’s other pirates are what is known in the fabric world as “tossed,” and because of this, I kept freaking out that the pirates were upside-down. Then I’d remind myself that I didn’t do the cutting (thanks Chick!!), so even if the pieces were upside-down, it wasn’t my fault. Because I have a history of not paying attention and cutting… oh… a lovely tropical scene with palm trees and huts….. upside-down. The pirates are, however, just haphazard, and the pieces were cut perfectly. The Chick was so excited about her “winter bloomers” that she immediately put them on to show them off.
In her extreme gratitude for making all these bloomers, Larue immediately put me back to work at the sewing machine assembling a farthingale and some bum rolls. Again. It’s amazing how much more I love sewing when someone else does the cutting. Can I hire someone to cut who works for.. I don’t know.. falafels?
There’s been an absense in posting, I know. I just haven’t had much of a chance to craft these days, but I hope to remedy that soon. I did, however, get a chance to whip up some valances (which are, incidentally, pronounced val-ances not vuh-lances or vay-lances) for our kitchen. I didn’t think The Hippy would like them at all, but he spoke positively when he returned home.
I’m actually not a huge fan of valances, and really wanted to put real curtains on this window. I debated back and forth, then while I was discussing these valances with an awesome regular to my store I realized this window needed a valance. You see, the kitchen is literally the only room in our house that gets a decent amount of natural light. The Hippy has this aversion to allowing anyone to see into our windows. I knew if I wanted to experience natural light, I HAD to have valances. If I had full curtains, he would have them closed all the time. The decision was made for me.
This window was getting a valance no matter what. It’s right above the sink, so curtains were out.
I made the valances thusly:
Fabric was 54″ wide. I measured the window and divided that in three. I doubled the 1/3 measurement and added 8″ for no other reason than 8″ seemed like more than enough for my top ruffle and seam. Then I ironed the selvedges in so I had nice smooth edges. Right sides together, I sewed the tube the long way–selvedges on the ends. Turned right side out; ironed the seams. I marked the two short edges 3.5″ and 5″ from the top so I could leave a gap, then sewed the edges closed around the gaps. Then at the 3.5″ mark, I sewed all the way across the valance so it wouldn’t sag on the rod. The end. It’s easy. Go make some valances.
But really, curtains are even easier. And they look better. So make those instead.
I now have sheers to make. We’ll see how that goes.
I finished the hat I posted about last month. It’s ridiculously cute, and based on this pattern. It certainly doesn’t look like hers, but she has had much more practice at it. I made it for my niece’s first birthday.
Neglected to stiffen the ears. I kept telling myself the stiffener was at my parent’s house, but I think it was actually in my basement all along. Maybe if the ears had been stiffened, people would have recognized what it was supposed to be. Or maybe not. Who knows.
What I do know is that it didn’t fit. Which is lame. I don’t know what the happy medium is between hand felting and machine felting, but I certainly missed it. I do plan on knitting another one, because it was insanely easy, but I’m going to have to be very careful with the felting.
At least someone got to wear it.
…And you should be too.
Drumroll, please………. (I promised The Hippy I would pull numbers out of an actual hat, but I didn’t want to waste that much paper!)
Ali of Thrifty Mom! Congrats, Ali! You’ll be getting an email from me soon. Here’s what Ali said about summer:
I love elephants and that one reminds me of Florida.
I like summer because the kids and I can take it easy, plus berry picking and used book sales and my mom comes to visit!
You may notice that my giveaway post had 161, but my max number was 133. I went back and forth over how I would handle the comments, but in the end it came down to the fact that the people who didn’t leave a comment about what they liked about summer didn’t get an entry. I had to be fair to the people that took the time to read my post and find out what the requirements for entry were. It’s not like I was asking people to write haikus or anything!
At any rate, I’m glad summer is here. I’m looking forward to tending my garden, geocaching, selling a couple times at the Farmer’s Market, my neice’s birthday, and holing myself up in the basement to sew.