My lack of blogging for the last few days is largely due to an unexpected sewing kick. I accidentally got inspired perusing Craftster and decided to make a skirt out of a remnant of pin-striped fabric I got cheap from the Fabric Barn. Once I hauled the fabric out to look at it I realised there wasn’t enough for a really froofy skirt, so I amended the plan to a top, which then morphed into a tunic and finally a dress, albeit non-froofy. I have about three square inches of fabric left over - none too shabby. As for the dress, I will post pictures of it as soon as Helpdesk Man takes them. I am quite ridiculously pleased with it, having never constructed a wearable garment for myself before, much less drafted my own pattern. And other than an obnoxious thirteen-year-old from church, who informed my small sister quite clearly that she did not like it, opinions are favourable. (So HAH, obnoxious thirteen-year-old from church. So’s your face!)
Anyway, giddy with the high of successful garment construction I have spent the past several days sketching various nursing-friendly dresses on bits of paper. Today I am going to Spotlight with Mama to buy fabric for (budget permitting) several of them, including a double-layered fairy-inspired garden party dress incorporating hippie/bohemian and Victorian crazy quilt elements, and a sailor-style Victorian child-slash-swing-type dress. Apparently I can no more stick to a genre than Joss Whedon - speaking of which, did you hear Dollhouse was cancelled? Not that we’re surprised.
Anyway. here’s a question for you. For a million dollars, would you keep a dead donkey in your backyard for a year? The rules are: it’s freshly dead to begin with, and you can’t conceal it by planting a hedge of hibiscus or flinging compost on it or erecting a tiny picket fence. It just has to lie there… chillin’. Helpdesk Man said he totally would, and sounded so enthusiastic I haggled, and beat him down to about 50,000 before he called me a sicko and refused to discuss it any further. He is weak in the fibre.
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