Ah, weekends. I remember when I used to have them. Regular meals too. Those were halcyon days… And then I had that real clever idea that I wanted to be an opera singer.
I can handle the whole exhausting schedule thing, and I’m getting better at the whole work/uni/opera balance. But then my wallet got stolen at work on Friday. That really chucks a spanner in anyone’s works, but I still had to head off to a gig after and sing like nothing had happened, and get up the next morning to put in a 6 hour long production call. Boy was I happy that the guy behind the counter at King and Godfree’s didn’t ask for ID when I hauled my zombified arse in there after production call to pick up wine (that I still haven’t drunk thank you very much. But it’s nice to know it’s on standby). Well. I guess that zombies don’t really need ID. Surely alcohol works like a preservative once you’re dead? Such has been the glory of my life recently.
Sewing-wise there’ve been bits and pieces, but no wonderful triumphant finished products. I’d been steadily beavering away at sewing boning channels for my late 18th Century stays (and feeling jolly proud of myself) when I ran out of the pale aqua thread I was using. Seeing I still haven’t decided whether I’ll cover them or not at the end, I didn’t want to risk changing colours in case I wanted to leave them uncovered. Naturally, I haven’t had the time or the energy to scamper down to Lincraft to get more matching thread. The couple of panels that I’ve finished make me so happy to look at though. I’ve got the hang of the whole stitching-in-a-straight-line thing.
It’s not linear. It’s more of a wibbly-wobbly-stitchy-witchy thing.
*unsubtle Doctor Who reference*
Look at them purdy straight lines! Who says practice doesn’t make perfect?
Bella, as always, likes to help. These are a friend’s stays though, not mine.
Seeing the stay making had hit a brick wall, I decided to continue with my Bottega Veneta inspired summer dress (yeah, I know it’s heading in to winter. I figure that far away deadlines leave less room for stress and/or disappointment. That and it’s Melbourne. I’m sure a freak heat-wave can be expected some time in August.). I sewed the oodles of darts into the lining. Why oh why would I draft my own pattern to be full of accursed darts? Well I did. And they turned out lovely (for a change). I moved on to my delicious silk ikat, and then realised I’d just blunted my last fine silk needle. There’s no way I’m risking a larger or blunt needle on this stuff. It was disgustingly pricey. Plus, what’s the point of making a high-end-designer-inspired frock if you’re going to cut corners? I already cut enough corners for three seamstresses. More trips to Lincraft ahoy.
Sunday being my one and only day off, I decided not to go out. But without going and picking up new machine needles and thread, I couldn’t progress on either the stays or the summer dress. So I decided to start a third, smaller project instead. Stockings. Of the how-can-I-best-approximate-18th-Century-stockings-with-only-things-that-I-have-in-my-immediate-environment variety. It was like Bear Grylls, only with sewing. Though there was that episode where he found a dead seal and made a seal-blubber vest in order not to freeze to death in the sea…
I had a pair of lemon-yellow stockings that had seemed like a great idea when I bought them, but that I never wear, so I earmarked them for adventures into costume, seeing whenever I put them on I feel like I should maybe have a pink polonaise gown and a massive puffy chapeau to go with them. (Speaking of, I think I’ve found the fabric I want to make my anglaise out of… it’s a pale pink satin-weave cotton with a subtle floral embroidery. Jumping the gun much?)
So I cut them off at well-above the knee height (figuring that once they were cut and hemmed they’d be shorter. I was right, and I think I should have left even more length, stumpy legs notwithstanding), did a rolled hem, and planned some embroidery. My adventures on the interwebs , mostly over at the Dreamstress, American Duchess and the Pragmatic Costumer, tell me that the stockings of the 18th Century were ‘clocked’, that is, beautifully embroidered at the ankles, like these lovelies:
These are both from the Metropolitan Museum of Art.
Now there’s one glaringly large difference between these beauties and my Jon Astons. Mine are waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay stretchier, being modern and mostly synthetic. Now, back in the day, knit stockings did exist, but they weren’t anywhere as near as stretchy as modern stockings, and were still seamed and shaped like the ones from the Met. This means that I’m not a hundred percent certain that it’s possible to embroider my stockings and have it work purely because of the enormous stretch factor. But I’m going to give it my best shot. My idea is to put the stocking over a big mug which will stretch it out while I’m sewing, and then hopefully they won’t rip when I put them on.
The rolled hem. I had to leave it pretty loose to allow for stretch factor, even for me. I’m thinking a more sophisticated hemming system with more give would be required for someone with more curvaceous pins.
A large Bach-print mug to stand in for my ankle.
My embroidery won’t be a patch on the examples from the Met, but I think a simple, fresh design will work better with the yellow anyway.
And what happened to the pants part of the pantyhose? Well. A medical friend of mine put this link up on the book of face recently, and as a person who goes through stockings at the rate hipsters go through coffees, I think it’s a marvellous idea and will start putting together a box:
Hamlin Fistula Ethiopia