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auntiemeesh) wrote2010-08-01 09:40 pm
auntiemeesh) wrote2010-08-01 09:40 pm
Now we enter the 'OMG I hate this gown' phase
After six and a half or seven hours of work, I have the outer gown pieces cut out of the fabric. This does not include the underskirt, lining or interface, but it's something. Being the procrastinator that I am, I didn't get started until well after 2 pm, despite getting up at 7 am because I wanted to get an early start.
I had eight yards of 54" fabric for the outer gown. There is nowhere in my apartment that is even remotely capable of holding that much fabric spread out. Even doubled up to cut two layers, I had little bits of it spread out at a time, with the rest bunched up at one end. And there was just enough room at the sides and other end for me to creep around the edges and balance on my toes while pinning and cutting. I expect my thighs to be a little sore tomorrow.
I had to make my own sleeve pattern, combining the sleeve of the shift with the shoulder of the gown, since the gown pattern came with some sort of ridiculously overdone oversleeve/undersleeve frippery that was way too fancy for what I wanted. And since I did the bodice side in 14 and the bodice front and back in 10, it's going to take some more adjusting before it actually fits the shoulder strap of the bodice (depending on how much too big it is, I might just do a little gather at the top and make the shoulder slightly puffed), but it will look a lot better than the alternative.
I think Mal doesn't actually like it when I start working on these sorts of projects. He and Zoe spent a good part of the afternoon trading off the bathroom and the carrier box, and when he was finally freed (after I'd cut everything out, but before I'd transfered markings and put all the pins away) he settled down on the skirt (right on top of the pins) and growled everytime I came anywhere close to touching it. Poor guy, back to the bathroom with him, until I had everything finished and put away. It's going to be a long month for him and me both if he can't accept this activity. Zoe took her turn being a nuisance, too, but with her it's more 'oh, hey, fun, what are we doing now?' as she settles herself on the pattern/fabric/pins/etc. And then she cries so plaintively when she's locked up. Much harder to ignore than Mal's pissy growls.
This is definitely my least favorite part of doing a sewing project. I start liking things again once all the fabric is cut out and I can start putting it all together. Then it gets fun!
I had eight yards of 54" fabric for the outer gown. There is nowhere in my apartment that is even remotely capable of holding that much fabric spread out. Even doubled up to cut two layers, I had little bits of it spread out at a time, with the rest bunched up at one end. And there was just enough room at the sides and other end for me to creep around the edges and balance on my toes while pinning and cutting. I expect my thighs to be a little sore tomorrow.
I had to make my own sleeve pattern, combining the sleeve of the shift with the shoulder of the gown, since the gown pattern came with some sort of ridiculously overdone oversleeve/undersleeve frippery that was way too fancy for what I wanted. And since I did the bodice side in 14 and the bodice front and back in 10, it's going to take some more adjusting before it actually fits the shoulder strap of the bodice (depending on how much too big it is, I might just do a little gather at the top and make the shoulder slightly puffed), but it will look a lot better than the alternative.
I think Mal doesn't actually like it when I start working on these sorts of projects. He and Zoe spent a good part of the afternoon trading off the bathroom and the carrier box, and when he was finally freed (after I'd cut everything out, but before I'd transfered markings and put all the pins away) he settled down on the skirt (right on top of the pins) and growled everytime I came anywhere close to touching it. Poor guy, back to the bathroom with him, until I had everything finished and put away. It's going to be a long month for him and me both if he can't accept this activity. Zoe took her turn being a nuisance, too, but with her it's more 'oh, hey, fun, what are we doing now?' as she settles herself on the pattern/fabric/pins/etc. And then she cries so plaintively when she's locked up. Much harder to ignore than Mal's pissy growls.
This is definitely my least favorite part of doing a sewing project. I start liking things again once all the fabric is cut out and I can start putting it all together. Then it gets fun!