The stupid Poltergeist is at it again.
I might have had my stays finished by now, but oh the trail of destruction wrought by that bloody poltergeist! Firstly, he’s gone and nicked one of the back-panels. Secondly, BOTH the Officeworkses (plural of Officeworks? Like pocketses?) were out of jumbo cable-ties, and I need like another 30 or so to finish them. The awkward be-acned attendant at the second Officeworks I visited looked like he was going to die of altitude sickness in search of where the re-stock box was on top of the shelf. I just gave up and went home.
So I put the stays aside and completed the Badass Ass instead. Not much to relate, really. I stuffed it with scraps (which makes it a bit heavy, but that’s what I had to hand), closed it up and added tapes. From what I can tell, on a scale of one to bootylicious, it’s about a 5. As in it makes Dido look vaguely female. At least, here it is pinned on her, with the done half of my stays and some of the assorted fabrics I’m using. Pins and dressforms and bits of fabric are mighty addictive. I’ve halved and flipped some of the pictures to get an impression of what the finished thing might (one day…) look like. Yay inspiration!
Such a badass ass. Blurry, but badass.
Needs to be higher though…
The Completed Embroidery
And as it really looked.
More Rorschach-dress, this time with a ribbon.
And the money-shot.
Because it’s so heavy and solid, the weight of the fabric didn’t appear to compress it at all, but it (unfortunately) migrated south and started looking a bit more 19th-century saggy bustle than 18th-century perk-tastic. Tying it on a bit more firmly will fix that. Also because Dido’s just hanging from the curtain rail, the extra weight at the back caused her to tip a bit. On a real person that can hold themselves up against the call of gravity better, it won’t do that either.
The stays thing is frustrating though because if they’d been done I could’ve been making petticoats already. But instead I guess I ought to finish the Circus sailor costume seeing I’ve teed up a fitting for Friday. I only have to hem the shirt and make some britches now, and the britches are going to be completely and utterly inaccurate because of the demands of ropes-acts. Oh well. Knowing me it’s going to take me all week, so I’d better get started now. Grumble grumble, grouch, grumble.