Like a Masters degree. Well, almost. I finished classes, and now all I have to do is my final recital!
Also, I kind of finished my robe a l’Anglaise. And two petticoats. And my stays. And a vegetable garden. And the 24th year of my existence.
All round, it’s nice to finish things, so I can start other things (hooray!).
I also apologise, this is going to be a massive post.
But back to the finished things. I don’t have oodles of photos of stuff on me, because I’m a strangely lazy individual – quite happy to spend weeks sewing various projects, but unwilling to bother with putting them on and photographing them. Maybe I should do that now while it’s Sunday and the house is clean (as clean as it gets anyhoo) and there’s not a massive backlog of dirty clothes for washing.
So on that note, remember way back in the mists of time when I altered a dorky op-shopped Jigsaw skirt but never put up a photo of the finished product?
Before. Icky frump. Like ecky-thump, only not cool.
Also, what’s a girl of my age doing making Goons jokes?
After. Much better. The lace is too nice to hide with a black lining.
Strategic arm placement to hide the seams, which in retrospect I should’ve done a little differently.
I love that skirt. Never was $6 better spent at Savers, nor a better three hours spent driving myself batty altering something. And the mystery-content synthetic I got from one of the little dodgy fabric places on Sydney Rd is perfect: doesn’t stick to the stockings, looks crisp and not too shiny. Little dodgy fabric shops can be awesome.
Next, that bubble skirt I made way back in summer from some shiny green stuff I got at the UMSU Theatre garage sale. The hem’s too deep, and it did something funny to it when ironed, but in general I like it. None of the photos do the green justice. It’s quite a deep rich hunter green. Not dusty olive, not grey. Speaking of, my legs aren’t actually that orange either. Them be tights. I tan like a redhead.
Before.
After.
It’s considerably bubblier from the side. And there be my best surly model face.
Now I know what you all want to see. That fabled robe a l’Anglaise that I’ve been banging on about for however long. Drumroll please:
Hello sailor! Where did those come from and why do I not have them all the time?
About to pop the bubbly and whack the neighbours house with the cork.
The Duchess feels that goggles compliment her coiffure a l’enfant perfectly.
I was going for a hedgehog hairdo, and got a coiffure a l’enfant instead because that’s how my hair rolls… er, curls. Pretty much no matter how I do my hair, this is what it turns into within an hour or so. What the heck is a hedgehog, I hear you say? Demode Couture has an excellent post that explains the hairstyles and cosmetic trends of the 18th Century, including the coiffure a l’enfant my hair ended up resembling most. I swear it looked like a hedgehog in the morning. I followed this tutorial by Lauren at American Duchess, only sans hair extension.
Anyway. I’ll post about the construction and stuff at another point, because I just want to show off my clever friends and their costumes now.
From left to right, we have Wolverine, my housemate the Clever Coffeemaker as a monk, another friend the Retro Economist in the best skort I have ever seen.
And the Adorable Folkey as a mad scientist and one of my workmates the American Guy as a thief.
The Sardonic Bassist as Audrey Hepburn, and Death as Little Red Riding Hood.
Here is Brave Sir R. as himself at a concert… 
…and the Gorgeous Daredevil as a 1950’s babe.
My lovely Baroque Flautist made her own suffragette outfit, and The Coat and his girlfriend came as a matching Doctor and Tardis, which was AWESOME!
Finally the Quirky Composer came as an alternate reality version of the fourth incarnation of the Doctor. And then she too found the goggles… oh those goggles…
The Sewprano 