An Alien Fabric
And here endeth the outdoor shots for this particular post. IT IS FRIGID OUTSIDE, even for my snow foolery behind. And although there’s a lovely amount of wool in this Caroline Herrera yardage (similar here), it’s not the sort meant to keep you cozy.
Que moody shots! I had no idea we could get such extraterrestrial light in our bedroom in the middle of the day. Weird, man. The alien landscape must have affected me, think I could crack a smile? Inside I’m positively gleeful, I love this crazy dress tunic top thingamajig!
Let me start at the beginning. I was in the far left end of Mood by the windows, the back corner. It seems to be inhabited by many designer bolts, and by Denis, a much sought after, soft spoken breath of a gentleman. I was hugging this bolt of Caroline Herrera silk organza and wool cacophony when he caught my eye. Isn’t it beautiful? Two women behind him fluttered and tittered to each other like groupies, seeking his attention. Yeeessssss. How did they make that?? How would you work with it? I whispered. He nodded sagely. Many have walked away from this bolt.
I should have been one of the many, having tried my best to ruin the small amount of yardage I walked away with. My first thought was: maxi length skirt, which morphed into a circle skirt, which was poorly drafted (truly, y’all, circle skirts are my Achilles heel) and ended badly. Leave aside the fact that I underlined silk organza with two layers of polyester organza I had in my stash. I looked like a Holly Hobby paper doll trying desperately to play designer dress up.
The Herrera was amputated from the poly, bits and bobs and two fairly large bias portions in the shape of drunken skirt panels were all that was left behind. Sadly, I said to Ruggy I don’t think I can save this without a dress form. Lofty statement with no basis in reality. Let me remind you, I have only the very basic idea of how to drape. As in, I know my ABCs up to about D. But there were too many puzzle pieces in amoebic shapes to use for a pattern, and I thought if I could lay those pieces out on another (pinnable) body, I could save it.
Again, here’s where I ought to wish out loud for things more often, as a Craigslist form landed in my lap that very weekend (more on that to come). The two skirt panels were turned upside down, becoming the main bodice piece and collar, and the other remnants became the long triangular sections at the sides. Zip up the back.
Note to self: get a cami that doesn’t wrinkle. That’s the jersey cami fabric you see wrinkling like a pug puppy, not the sheer organza, she lays nice and flat.
I also used up all the remnants from my woeful wool novelty skirt! The edges don’t fray, not one little bit, so they were perfect for enclosing the silk organza seams.
HI CRAZYEYE! I don’t know what different eyes of different beholders will call it, but I’m in love with it. I think the aliens will like it too.