Scrambling to catch up . . .
I have actual social obligations in the next two weeks. I hardly recognize my own life. Two of them are semi-professional: One is the employee awards dinner (much less formal than it sounds. Employee awards is where I discovered my aptitude for Wii basketball) and the other is a dinner lecture given by a doctor who might mention my organization in his talk, so it seems impolitic not to have a few of us in attendance. Plus . . . free dinner.
I've just found out that the Habsburg exhibit at the museum of fine arts is closing soon so I should go see that, and Friday, I'm actually going to see live music.
I'm half-dying and half-dreading this. I love the Turnpike Troubadours and this is a CD release concert, so . . . awesome. But it's downtown at a big commercial concert venue, and I find those hard to deal with. And I have to park in one of the big public garages, which is also stressful. (This is the Asperger's talking.) But I'm going. Yeah.
I saw them a year or so ago at a bar near my house. I think the waitress and I were the only two women there with our original hair color, and I was wearing the Drunken Muskrat dress and was possibly the only woman not in stretch jeans and an inexplicable jersey top. I felt both very old and like a Martian. But the band was great so . . . whatever. I'm not there for the audience.
With the understanding that I'll probably feel like a time traveler yet again, anyway, I decided I needed a new dress. I don't really have time to make this new dress but since when has that stopped me from trying, right? Thank goodness for Labor Day weekend.
I got outbid on (what I've recently discovered is) Capper's Weekly 2875, from the 1950's, a few years ago. Later, I found another copy somewhere else. I love yokes.
Mine is a bust 28 ha ha ha ha. I know it's generally considered to be a bad idea to try to grade up more than two sizes but it's been sixty years so what else am I going to do?
The fabric is a green plaid homespun with gold lamé running through it in one direction. I don't trust snaps to hold the whole dress closed--it's going to open all the way down--but I did go with white pearl buttons.
I made self piping to set into the yoke seams. It's subtle but I like the detail.
The homespun is a bit cheesy, though, as homespun always is, and I'm afraid that the bias yoke, especially, will distort, so I spent most of Saturday finagling a lining. Fingers crossed that it works. The whole thing will be lined.
I have actual social obligations in the next two weeks. I hardly recognize my own life. Two of them are semi-professional: One is the employee awards dinner (much less formal than it sounds. Employee awards is where I discovered my aptitude for Wii basketball) and the other is a dinner lecture given by a doctor who might mention my organization in his talk, so it seems impolitic not to have a few of us in attendance. Plus . . . free dinner.
I've just found out that the Habsburg exhibit at the museum of fine arts is closing soon so I should go see that, and Friday, I'm actually going to see live music.
I'm half-dying and half-dreading this. I love the Turnpike Troubadours and this is a CD release concert, so . . . awesome. But it's downtown at a big commercial concert venue, and I find those hard to deal with. And I have to park in one of the big public garages, which is also stressful. (This is the Asperger's talking.) But I'm going. Yeah.
I saw them a year or so ago at a bar near my house. I think the waitress and I were the only two women there with our original hair color, and I was wearing the Drunken Muskrat dress and was possibly the only woman not in stretch jeans and an inexplicable jersey top. I felt both very old and like a Martian. But the band was great so . . . whatever. I'm not there for the audience.
With the understanding that I'll probably feel like a time traveler yet again, anyway, I decided I needed a new dress. I don't really have time to make this new dress but since when has that stopped me from trying, right? Thank goodness for Labor Day weekend.
I got outbid on (what I've recently discovered is) Capper's Weekly 2875, from the 1950's, a few years ago. Later, I found another copy somewhere else. I love yokes.
Mine is a bust 28 ha ha ha ha. I know it's generally considered to be a bad idea to try to grade up more than two sizes but it's been sixty years so what else am I going to do?
The fabric is a green plaid homespun with gold lamé running through it in one direction. I don't trust snaps to hold the whole dress closed--it's going to open all the way down--but I did go with white pearl buttons.
I made self piping to set into the yoke seams. It's subtle but I like the detail.
The homespun is a bit cheesy, though, as homespun always is, and I'm afraid that the bias yoke, especially, will distort, so I spent most of Saturday finagling a lining. Fingers crossed that it works. The whole thing will be lined.
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