but it's all right now

After having a nice sulk for the rest of the night yesterday (watched a ridiculous amount of all types of Sherlock Holmes on YouTube...why is Nigel Bruce's Watson so incredibly stupid? More importantly, why on earth would Holmes keep someone that incredibly incompetent around?), I don't feel so bad about the 20s dress.

I've put it in the naughty pile for now. If I have time to mess with it after I finish the 1860s dress, I'll give it another shot. If not, that's fine. Then I'll wear my pseudo-1890s green silk dress (which means it will get worn twice in two days, but that's OKAY, I LIKE IT. Even if it doesn't fit me as well as it did when I made it four years ago!) to the Titanic dinner.

Now that that's out of the way, ON TO THE SEWING.

Well, doesn't look like much, but I spent quite a few hours on finishing the bertha today! Hand sewing, you know. And cutting little triangles out of a hundred and ten inches of fabric. Can't wait for the skirt flounces!


I feel like it needs something more...but what? No, you can't see all those painstakingly cut little triangles very well at all.And the length of the bodice is probably a bit on the short side, but EH. First 1860s ballgown, what do you want?

(Plus it's not like I can make it longer now, anyway.)

1860s

But first, meet The Roommates' Cat! His name is Romeo (he came with the name, apparently), but I've dubbed him Squeaker, because he does not meow - he squeaks. Like a squeaky faucet (which we have in the bathroom, and I never am sure if it's the faucet or the cat making the noise!).

Not as handsome as my Willow, and a bit of a weenie - spends most of the day hiding in the attic. Still, he's gotten comfortable enough with me now to sit on my fabric, and abscond with my chalk, which now has tiny toothmarks. And he's sitting next to me on my bed right now. I'll get him to like me best, just wait and see! *grin*


( Anyway - sewing! )