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Since Oanh has immersed herself in sewing, and I’m surrounded by adept crafters on Twitter (looking at you, @meganjmcpherson @deborahbrian @kyliebudge @amieoshea), I’ve experienced a renaissance in sewing interest.
It makes learning and doing all new things feel much more do-able when savvy advice is on hand at just about any waking hour.
I’ve become a person who browses fabric and feels clothes to work out what material they’re made of (still not good at this because I’m only on a first name basis with a very narrow range of them). I also turn sleeves and hems around to see how they’re done, and to work out whether I could do it (current track-record is flagging a ‘no’…).
Our fabric pile is building. Being a texture-freak, with a hoarding habit that extends to kitchenware (particularly Japanese) and stationery, this is a road that poses dangers for domestic space and bank accounts.
So, what have we done since you were treated to the pic-post of PJ Birdy?
Masquerade capes, tunics, and masks!
My SIL had a masquerade party for her 30th, and we decided to make the costumes rather than rent or buy them. This is mostly because we browsed the websites of various costume and party shops.
One would be forgiven for thinking that all women preferred to dress up with their busts spilling out from poorly laced bustiers, or in tight ‘sexy’ nurses’ outfits that look like remainders from the heyday of 1970s soft p0rn.
Because I was resisting either of these looks, something thrifty + low-key was more my style.
We decided to cloak/hood everyone. We were going to be a dressed up as a family of masquerade owls (a la Venice carnivale), but E. declared – with distinct 6-year-old stubbornness – that she was going to be a vampire. One that wore a mask.
The revised plan was for her dad + her to be vampires, and me + G. would be owl-style. My mother said she’d wear a hooded cloak + mask, but didn’t particularly want to be anything.
So, armfuls of cheap’n cheerful dance satin and sale fabric later, the kids were relatively well turned out (pic on left).
E. had a shiny black vampire dress with upstanding collar, teamed with transparent silver cape (Halloween pattern). The mask was partially done by E. and her dad.
G. had a store-bought owl mask and ‘ears’, feather-pattern cape, and plain brown tunic (with rope belt) underneath. The mask lasted all of three minutes once we were at the party.
S. made a full capelet/cape to go with his interpretation of a Venetian festive mask (and requisite fangs) – see top pic.
Several things that struck me during the making of the 3 x adult capes, 2 x children’s capes, 2 x children’s tunic/dress, and 3 x home-decorated masks:
Having talked about the sewing and solicited strangers’ advice on Twitter (the ultimate measure of immersion…), I’ve inherited fabric stashes (thankyou, @noojies!), and greatly enjoyed the generosity of the sewing community. I’m loving the YouTube tutorials and followed one slavishly in setting my first zipper – it turned out much better than I’d hoped!
My skills are still low-level, but I’m starting to expand my understanding of what makes a good piece of clothing, and how one accounts of the vagaries of the human body.
My most recent project was a dress for E., which was meant to be ‘easy’. It was, in fact, a 7-piece pattern that involved facing and the aforementioned zipper. I wisely bypassed setting in sleeves for the moment. The resulting item is still not completely finished. It’s down to the final hemming and fitting, and it fell by the wayside with my return to full blogging duties at Research Whisperer (and my trying to bank posts here at Banana Lounge).
Excuses, excuses, I know. It will be finished. I just have to make time. Meanwhile, sewing projects are in a holding pattern, even as the idea of sewing and fabric stalking takes up an active part of my work-a-day mind.