Monday, 27 June 2011

Finished clothes

I finished my dress almost two weeks ago, but I've been away for the last week and haven't been able to blog about it! So here it is!

The skirt is nice and full, but I'm unsure about the fabric... maybe I've just been staring at it too long that I can't properly judge whether I like it or not. Either way, This dress with a nice brown or dark green belt will probably be something I wear to a wedding this summer!

I also whipped up this skirt in a couple of hours! (please excuse the midriff) I like the fabric a lot. I have a bunch left, so a top and possibly a simple dress might be appearing soon. I forgot to pre-wash it before making this skirt, so it may turn into a super mini skirt! Thank god it's summertime!

Thursday, 16 June 2011

Candide, Cheerleading, and Harry Potter dreams

I woke up to some really strange dreams this morning!
The earlier bits are a bit fuzzy, but this is what I remember.
I was at school, and we were going to put on Candide. I got all excited because I'd played it before. But it turns out the music I was actually playing was symphonie fantastique. I looked at the back of my music and there were all these examples of costumes for Carmen to wear (woops wrong piece of music, again).
 So then we were rehearsing a dance scene that involved a lot of pretending to be dead and being flipped by people. We flipped and flipped until we were outside on a field, and were actually cheerleaders. Well, I don't know if I was (I sometimes just watch my dreams, and am not actually in them). We may have then moved to a boat cruise and they were practising cheering on a rocky boat. I think the competition happened then, with the boat at dock. The bad team one, and the good team was sad. 

Then I think I woke up to scratch my eye. So when I fell back asleep, my brain decided to write the next Harry Potter book. It may have started with Pingu on skiis. Pingu on skiis gently transformed to Harry Potter and his friends stealthily following Snape and a few of his friends on tarps down a snowy hill. 
Oh I just remembered! When it was something on skiis, they made a miraculous climb up a hill with no pushes. It must have been a wizard by then. 
So then this story began to unfold, where the reason Snape is so good to Harry isn't because he's in love with Lily Evans, but because Snape's family has to keep him alive. (Snape has many older sisters). But Snape also once had a little brother named Viper (I KNOW! AMAZING! MY BRAIN IS AMAZING!). Viper was known to have disappeared years ago. Well what actually happened, was Viper got sucked into some sort of limbo when  he was young, and can only exist sometimes through Harry Potter. This is my rough sketch of what Viper looked like:

I can't remember if Viper's visor went all the way into a helmet... but if it did, it was black like his hair. 

So there were moments in the dream that were like flashbacks where Harry is taken over by Viper, and Snape shows enormous amounts of compassion towards him, and then when Viper disappears, Harry is like "wtf am I doing here?" and Snape is like "detention!" I think HP figures out what's going on by the end though.  Although, I don't know what the end is. Does Snape still die? What happens to Viper?! etc.

Wednesday, 8 June 2011

Clothes! And other things

I've had a bit of time on my hands recently, and I've decided to finish up a dress I started making this time last year. I don't have much work space at all... but here's what I was starting with.

This gather took me almost an hour to do. Not because gathers are hard, but because the sewing machine I'm using doesn't have a very big stitch, and so I wash pushing fabric along super tiny stitches... if that makes sense. 

This is a card I made for Chris. I did it in about 1 minute.

These are shorts I JUST made! Well, they were an old and favourite pair of jeans that I no longer wear because of a hole in the inner thigh. No longer wearable as jeans, they are completely wearable as shorts! And my gosh is it hot out today, I need shorts!

Also, there are people outside my window singing the word "Alouette" to the tune of Frère Jaques.