Underoos of suspicious quality
Aug. 14th, 2013 09:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mandie_rwI was no good at all yesterday during my limited sewing time - it's a case of too many things to work on at once! So I just sort of flapped around uselessly, going, "Oh! I need to buy more grommets for the corset, so there's no use in getting that half-started! So...I could start on the petticoat. Wait, did I want to buy nicer fabric for that? Oh, I could save the TV125 (the one with the detachable train) and the nicer fabric for when I make the Autumn Dress, and go with TV170 and plain muslin for now. Wait, I need to wash the fabric. Oh! I could work on the combinations!"
And so on and so forth. I did finally make the decision to finish the combinations I started IN JUNE before anything else, and then make the petticoat, before going any further on the corset. I can't get much further anyway without a busk, which I can't order til after payday.
So, those combinations. I dug them out of the UFO bin, trying to recall what the heck I was doing with them two months ago. Embroidery, right. Well, clever me figured it would be a good idea to trace the design in disappearing ink (which would have been fine if I'd finished it then), which of course had long since disappeared, with about two inches of a motif embroidered in the middle! Clever. So I drew it on again (wonkily, and with a pencil this time, because I don't have time for this crap), and sitting on the porch a good part of the day, got the front finished.
I lifted the design pretty much completely from a cheapo embroidery book I have - it's not Victorian, but I think it looks Victorian-ish. Enough. The back's just going to be a border of the same stitch around the edge - so I might even be able to get that done tonight. Possibly.
I am not an embroiderer. It's really, really bad. I guess not, like, six-year-old bad, but still. It's old DMC floss on cotton muslin, on underwear - so I don't care.
In unrelated news, for anyone not living on the mid-Atlantic seaboard - be jealous of our fall weather today! It was beautiful! Besides sitting around and enjoying the breezes while I embroidered, I also walked to the local farmers market with the family. It's tiny, but we got some nice produce, and the Best Wine Ever - a cranberry wine from a winery in Mays Landing. Delicious! And the vendor looked at me suspiciously when mum and I were getting samples of the wine, and asked if I was 21. Thank you, my good sir!
And so on and so forth. I did finally make the decision to finish the combinations I started IN JUNE before anything else, and then make the petticoat, before going any further on the corset. I can't get much further anyway without a busk, which I can't order til after payday.
So, those combinations. I dug them out of the UFO bin, trying to recall what the heck I was doing with them two months ago. Embroidery, right. Well, clever me figured it would be a good idea to trace the design in disappearing ink (which would have been fine if I'd finished it then), which of course had long since disappeared, with about two inches of a motif embroidered in the middle! Clever. So I drew it on again (wonkily, and with a pencil this time, because I don't have time for this crap), and sitting on the porch a good part of the day, got the front finished.
I lifted the design pretty much completely from a cheapo embroidery book I have - it's not Victorian, but I think it looks Victorian-ish. Enough. The back's just going to be a border of the same stitch around the edge - so I might even be able to get that done tonight. Possibly.
I am not an embroiderer. It's really, really bad. I guess not, like, six-year-old bad, but still. It's old DMC floss on cotton muslin, on underwear - so I don't care.
In unrelated news, for anyone not living on the mid-Atlantic seaboard - be jealous of our fall weather today! It was beautiful! Besides sitting around and enjoying the breezes while I embroidered, I also walked to the local farmers market with the family. It's tiny, but we got some nice produce, and the Best Wine Ever - a cranberry wine from a winery in Mays Landing. Delicious! And the vendor looked at me suspiciously when mum and I were getting samples of the wine, and asked if I was 21. Thank you, my good sir!
