Do you see that face? That is the face of a girl who thinks she has the perfect outfit planned for the day, and therefore left a scant thirty minutes to shoot pictures AND get dressed to go out the door to pound the NY audition pavement, and who just saw the view-screen of her Canon in broad daylight and realized SHE WAS ALL KINDS OF WRONG.
On this particular Tuesday, I was destined to play a high powered attorney and a CFO. Separately. Although the first character probably could have played both, she had the stones for it. I sewed this skirt last week, with this specific kind of role in mind. Ruggy, I piped proudly, this is going to be my basic black skirt for more conservative auditions!
Obviously Ruggy had his doubts. What, doesn’t shiny animal print wool scream conservative to you either? AT LEAST IT’S BLACK. And duh, I wasn’t going to wear the scandalous lace top (originally a dress, made from Mood LA’s magical remnants box) with it.
I adore this wool. (similar here.) It was meant to be binding for my boucle jacket. Can you imagine hiding this beauty on seams? I couldn’t either, so I didn’t. It sewed up beautifully, with no seam finishing needed– the edges are razor sharp cuts that wouldn’t even think of fraying. Wonderful. But, the inky hue and the late night hours were my downfall. Glances in poorly lit mirrors took their toll on my eyesight, as I fitted and over fitted this four gore skirt from Burda 11/2008 to within an inch of its life. 3/8s of an inch, to be exact: after my OCD pinching and pulling, I trimmed the seams down to industry standard and corrected my pattern, patting myself gleefully on the back for such exemplary sewist behavior.
Yeeeeaaaaaahhhh. Can you say too tight? How ’bout DRAGLINES?
The booty is, shockingly, the least offensive area.
Why do we obsess over the perfect fit of handmade garments? Maybe that’s not the right question. Why do we go past the point of a perfect fit, and into crazytown? This skirt was slightly loose at first. An inch or two of ease wasn’t going to kill me, but from the looks of those saran wrap wrinkles you would have thought ease was coming for me with a butcher’s knife. I will indeed be unpicking every seam from this, restitching at 1/4 inch (I do not trust 1/8 inch on mount crackatoa) and, just for kicks, why don’t I reinsert that invisible zipper at the seam allowance rather than 5/8s. Did I say exemplary behavior? Yeah. I figured one seam at 5/8s wouldn’t make that much of a difference.
You may laugh now. I applaud you if you’ve been able to hold it in this long.
You know what? The armsyce on that top needs some therapy too.
This skirt did not see the light of day today (at least not street level light) but I did see my friend from the hardware store next door peering down in confusion at me. He always wishes me good luck on my auditions. He even offered to let me take shots behind the register.
Ah, from such lofty visions of high powered attorneys…
Do you over fit? And do you think some serious unpicking might save this jammy? Because I’m in love with it. Le. Sigh. I would love your constructive criticism on how to salvage this!