A little black with blue

 

P.S. Happy Women's Day

What do you see

How did you fair on my Rorschach test?

Horse

I found myself pacing between Number 4 (my mannequin) and the kitchen. Neither had what I was looking for - a solution for this week's look or a post-dinner snack.

I've decided to use R's old shirt and work around that.  

After much pacing, one thing led to another and this is the path I took:

[Topshop, Torn via Swirl.com, Prada SS 2010 via Style.com, The Family Dog via flickr.com]

More on this tomorrow!

Day and night

Here are some day time photos, plus a few shots made possible with an extra set of hands.

The shot immediately above shows the skirt hem, with the corners tucked in/inverted.  The night time flash photos from the previous post shows the corners out.  I think I'd wear them in however.

And IF I happened to stand over a gust of wind...Or if I were a marionette doll...And I could make 2D into 3D...this is what it would look like:

I like this last shot because it reminds me that I obtained my goals for this look:

...to create movement

...to be asymmetrical

...to not look like a handkerchief skirt

Yay.

Presenting look #2

I look forward to wearing this one.

[Above, 3/4 view, front, back, back hemline detail]

Don't look too closely, there are still threads hanging and ironing needed but that's what I get for finishing it at night and having to use flash.  Nobody looks good in flash, including Number 4 (have I introduced my mannequin?).  Sorry Number 4 - and when your front looks like your back, it's not good news.

More on this later!  Bed time.

"You're not a doctor"

 

I know today is my due day but it'll have to wait a few days.  I had a snowy trip planned and tried to finish the crimson garment before the weekend but just couldn't find something I was satisfied with.

Pictured above is a seam I've decided to leave exposed.  This was supposed to remain hidden on the inside but when I flipped it over, what a nice surprise!

One of my professors always reminded us that we are not doctors; making clothes is not like surgery.  If you make a mistake it's not like someone's life depended on it.  And sometimes that's really the hardest part - making the first cut.