Saturday, November 22, 2014

Shabby chic

Here is the skirt I've been working on:

This panel was a rectangular curtain thing that I cut and sewed diagonally to make a vague diamond-shape with satin and lace trim.

The back of the skirt. The doily is attached by means of a hook and eye on each side. The skirt came that way; not my doing.

The other side panel. This used to be a slip.

The front of the skirt. Not entirely symmetrical, but big deal. It's not like this skirt is all about perfection.

Another view of the used-to-be-a-curtain side.

Closeup of the trims. They're rather pale peach in real life, not orange, but the filter just came out looking like this.
I've done a lot of work on this thing. A bunch of the details are hand-stitched/hemmed, and the size has been completely adjusted so it fits me. I broke a needle on the sucker trying to sew stuff on it, and I still haven't figured out how to get the needle point out of the works. It sews still, but it's loud. I'll probably end up having to take it to some fixit place so someone professional can fish it out. We tried turning it upside down and sideways and shaking, and nothing. It's just the point, not the top or the middle, but it is very annoying.

Anyway, I decided against adding black to this skirt. It would be pretty, but it just wouldn't look quite right. I think I would be better off just making a black skirt to begin with and layering all sorts of black pieces on top of tulle or similar. I'll get around to it one of these days.

Friday, November 21, 2014

A touch of wicked, a pinch of risqué

Naw, not really. But I do have a skirt that I'm working on, and it's going nicely. Kind of the same shabby chic as before - bunch of old lace and nightgowns, gauze, cheesecloth (sounds weird, but I promise it works), and so forth. 

I bought it from this lady on Etsy for 40% off (I bet she's wishing I'd forgotten about that discount code from the last time I bought something...oh well, score one for me), and as usual I had to mess with the fit. See, she makes stuff that is neat, but it never fits me correctly unless I alter it myself. 

This time it was a skirt that was waaaaay too small in the waist. Like, laughably so. Did this deter me from buying it? Of course not! I bought the damn thing regardless and went right to work on it when it showed up today. 

I first added little sections in V shapes to the sides, but that didn't give me quite enough room, so then I chopped the whole skirt in half with a cut down each side (this is the part of sewing that takes ovaries - you gotta be fearless!) and proceeded to put it back together with new side panels. 

I've got it all pieced back into shape and on my dress form that I finally got around to adjusting so it has my measurements. This is INFINITELY easier for doing small alterations and decorating than having it lie flat on your lap. Bless whomever came up with dress forms. 

I'll take a picture or two of it when I'm done. This one is more of a tea-stained golden color than white, so I'm adding some grey, black and white bits here and there. I think the bits of gauzy black will add interest to the whole piece. 

Reminds me, I need to make that other one a bit smaller again. It was fine and then I lost a little more weight, so now I need to pare it down. I actually need to do it for that red plaid skirt I have, too. A seamstress' work is never done! 

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Grown-up Christmas List

I realize it's not even Thanksgiving yet, but this was running through my head today. It's a lovely song, and I've always enjoyed it.

Do you remember me?
I sat upon your knee
I wrote to you
With childhood fantasies

Well, I'm all grown-up now
And still need help somehow.
I'm not a child
But my heart still can dream
So here's my lifelong wish
My grown-up Christmas list
Not for myself
But for a world in need

No more lives torn apart
That wars would never start,
And time would heal all hearts
And everyone would have a friend
And right would always win
And love would never end
This is my grown-up Christmas list

As children we believed
The grandest sight to see
Was something lovely
Wrapped beneath our tree

Well heaven surely knows
That packages and bows
Can never heal
A hurting human soul

No more lives torn apart
That wars would never start
And time would heal all hearts
And everyone would have a friend
And right would always win
And love would never end
This is my grown-up Christmas list

What is this illusion called the innocence of youth?
Maybe only in our blind belief can we ever find the truth

No more lives torn apart
That wars would never start
And time would heal all hearts
And everyone would have a friend
And right would always win
And love would never end, oh
This is my grown-up Christmas list
This is my only life-long wish
This is my grown-up Christmas list

Monday, November 17, 2014

A little Greek mythology on a Monday

In Greek mythologyNemesis(/ˈnɛməsɪs/GreekΝέμεσις), also called Rhamnousia/Rhamnusia ("the goddess of Rhamnous") at her sanctuary at Rhamnous, north of Marathon, was the spirit of divine retribution against those who succumb to hubris (arrogance before the gods). Another name was Adrasteia, meaning "the inescapable."[1] The Greeks personified vengeful fate as a remorseless goddess: the goddess of revenge.

Divine retribution is a major theme in the Hellenic world view, providing the unifying theme of the tragedies of Sophocles and many other literary works.[4][5] Hesiod states: "Also deadly Nyx bore Nemesis an affliction to mortals subject to death." (Theogony, 223, though perhaps an interpolated line). Nemesis appears in a still more concrete form in a fragment of the epic Cypria.
She is implacable justice: that of Zeus in the Olympian scheme of things, although it is clear she existed prior to him, as her images look similar to several other goddesses, such as CybeleRheaDemeter, and Artemis.[6]
Nyx (/nɪks/[1]GreekΝύξ, "Night")[2] – Roman (in Latin): Nox – is the Greek goddess (or personification) of the night. A shadowy figure, Nyx stood at or near the beginning of creation, and was the mother of other personified deities such as Hypnos (Sleep) and Thanatos (Death). Her appearances are sparse in surviving mythology, but reveal her as a figure of such exceptional power and beauty that she is feared by Zeus himself. She is found in the shadows of the world and only ever seen in glimpses.
 La Nuit by William-Adolphe Bouguereau (1883)

Nemesis, by Alfred Rethel(1837)

Nemesis, Roman marble from Egypt, second century AD (Louvre)

Thursday, November 13, 2014

34 years and still not dead.

So. It has come to this. Death has failed yet again to drag off my mortal carcass.

I'm not even halfway through and already my thirties have my twenties beat by near-infinite amounts of improvement.

My guts still hurt, but the pain is much less. I just have to watch that I don't eat too much or lean against anything with my abdomen, like a counter. That definitely reminds me that I have remaining injuries.

Practiced cello last night and it was lovely. I need to get a book or two with easy pieces for beginners.  Something more interesting than just scales.

I have flannel sheets on the bed and a down comforter, and I want nothing more than to go home and snuggle up in bed with husband and kitties. Mmm, warm bed...

Maybe hot chocolate first. Then bed.

Saturday, November 08, 2014


It's hard for me to concentrate (much worse to get coherent words about above a whisper), thanks to the meds, but I wanted to let y'all know that I'm on the (incredibly slow) mend. 

I still hurt and look like someone in their umpteenth trimester, but the pain is slowly subsiding. GO AWAY, STUPID STUFF. I have things I want to do, and I can't do them in this state. 

I think I have to go back to sleep now. 

Wednesday, November 05, 2014

Hot damn, y'all, I made it!

YAY. The horrible body part is gone and I'm safely home. Still in pain, unsurprisingly, but the meds take the edge off. I'll probably sleep most of the rest of the week. If you text or email me and I'm slow to respond, I'm probably unconscious, so don't be offended. 

I love laparoscopic procedures. I just have two (three, I missed one) small incisions, and they say I should feel mostly myself again by the weekend. I just can't lift more than about 10lbs and moving around kind of sucks, so I'm staying put in bed.

I have Scottish ghost stories to keep me company. And ALL the cats. So glad this nightmare is over.