Having finally finished my Masters degree (eep!) I now have a bit of time to work on finishing those Bombshells costumes. It’s now at a point where to finish them properly I have to go to one of the cheapo fabric shops in Brunswick and get some cheap vintage buttons, and hopefully some belt buckles too. At the moment the skirt of mine’s just pinned to the bodice, because I’m going to make the belt a built-in feature of the waistband, so there’s (again) not much point in attaching it until I have a belt buckle. But what it does mean is pictures!
Words cannot express how proud I am. My machine sewing is normally horrendous, but these are all even and neat and stuff. And yes those are more cartoons in the background.
So I watch Sailor Moon while I sew. What of it? …
… well, apart from meaning that the bodice of my dress has spent the last few days looking like this:
Sailor Soprano!
Oh, and in case anyone’s curious/hasn’t seen it doing the rounds on the book of face, here is one of the cartoons that was on the wall behind me. They’re doing the Ring Cycle in Melbourne at the moment, you see, and I managed to score a ticket to the dress rehearsal of Siegfried. A particular scene towards the end had me and Folkey giggling. Unfortunately, this will only make sense if you’re familiar with the opera, but I’ll try my best to explain:
Siegfried’s parents were siblings (Wagner is unfortunately chock-full of horrible horrible incest, FYI), children of Wotan, king of the gods. Understandably, Siegfried is not very bright. A little birdy (literally) tells him that there’s this chick called Brünnhilde who’s basically doing a Sleeping Beauty atop a mountain surrounded by fire and only the manliest man-hero can get past the fire and wake her up and so on. Brünnhilde is actually Wotan’s daughter, so it’s another whole level of ick-Siegfried’s-going-to-do-his-aunt-ness. Anyway. So Siegfried, who literally can’t feel fear because he’s too inbred, goes and rescues her, but there’s this whole scene where he forgets he’s up there looking for a lady (because he’s inbred and also he’s never actually met a lady-person) and gets a rude shock.
Siegfried might be suppressing something.
Also, in the actual opera that whole exchange probably goes for about 45 minutes.
Also also, I apologise for the poor picture quality on some of my earlier posts. They were bigger before, I swear. I guess I’m still on the ol’ WordPress learning curve.
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