Saturday, February 23, 2008

the feeling of despair in the face of obstacles

Discouragement, not defeat... albiet depressing perhaps. Annoying at not being able to dive into this because of prior commitments, but also a bit of superiority because this is what I've been going on about for the last two years. Tada! it has begun, you non-believers.

Monday, February 18, 2008

savile row.

Alright, so indecisive me has decided to officially stop making clothing for women --not like I made much anyhow. I will, however, pledge to sew clothes for myself to wear.

Not that I question Him, but I really don't know what the good Lord was thinking when he designed us ladies --we're absolutely horrible to fit! Now that you know that [you random person reading this], imagine trying to get all those measurements correctly And! having the client actually like it and agree with you that it fits correctly... ugh... no thanks. Why would i ever want to drown myself in that stress? Nah! give me the men, oh you pretty chaps, you flat chests and hipless wonders. Erm... so in recap, if you're a girl* who would like me to make something or whatever: piss off. and i say that in the most loving manner. ;)

As of two years ago, my inspirational reading:

*My sister is not included in this since she has basically just too amazing and also just happens to have nearly the same measurements as me.

Friday, February 15, 2008

"how quick come the reasons for approving what we like!"

Alright so it's a girl movie, cute, unpredictable, old-fashiony... and I definitely do recommend it, for who Jane Austen was and what she accomplished in her short life, the amazing acting in this film, the ending. But mainly for the clothes! Just look at the above picture of Tom (yes it's true, he is the actor who played the creepy Mr. Tumnus in Narnia, but I assure you he is uncreepy here). I absolutely love fabric texture, especially donned in several mixes. Anyhow, I've just finished watching it, obviously, and had to post something.

Wednesday, February 6, 2008

a systematic arrangement of spontaneity.

This weekend I received a request to make a skirt for a girl who's a bit larger than me. She specifically wants the one with the kooky chickens --not the fabric, just the pattern design. I've accepted the challenge.

Funny thing is, I've purposely taken everything off my etsy shop which is not currently constructed (if i can reproduce the item in a timely fashion, such as a scarf, I'll simply relist it), because I have been swamped with helping out the hubby with his plane business.

Late last night I was tweeking around with the pattern again (two in the morning is an excellent time to work --no really, it is). I think I've finally got it right this time but I'll sew up a quick muslin just in case --my size, her fabric and measurements have not arrived yet.

Working for your spouse at home is great in that you're able to look quite a mess until the errands need to be ran, but there's something to be had about working on your own projects...erm, my own. I took this job (skirt girl) because there won't be much effort on my part --granted, if I don't screw up her size. The fabric is cut on the bias so I have told her to give me more than enough...but now it's made me want to make more little skirties, one of a kind types mind you, and use up my hundreds of dollars worth of impuse-bought stash. blahty blah.

Now here's the clincher, where have those old friends, time and money, disappeared to? By doing my own thing now, I'm using up the effort for the hubby & I to get better financially so we can then start oh i dunno, a clothing business perhaps. :) By waiting and pressing onward with these radio control planes --really not my cuppa tea-- I'm helping my-future-self....but that damn spontaneious side of me, coupled with perpetual lazyness, rebels against this idea. If you're into prayer, that's what I need it for.