As some of you may notice, I have not been blogging for a long while. Honestly, it's not because I don't love the art of garment construction, it's just been a very challenging year. I have been to two funerals in the last couple of months and it's taking it's toll on me. Plus, I have another relative that is going through some very difficult time with her health issues. Right now things are looking up for her, she is getting treatment and is building strength along her recovery. Knowing that makes things allot easier to handle.
As for now I won't be sewing all that much, it just doesn't seem like the right time. I have a few things still laying around so I might make the adjustments, but nothing all that involved.
Anyway, that's it for now. I apologize for not putting in my two cents but I will be watching others do their thing.
Hope all is well,
So Halloween, Thanksgiving and now Christmas has come and gone. It's about to be a brand new year and I am excited. I look forward to see what will come my way. So many more projects, ideas and ufo's that needs to be completed and worn.
So now let me get started on a project that took two years to complete and that's the Halloween Dress. I am so happy with the results. I extended the collar about two inches in width because I wanted it to make a statement since it's more of a costume than an everyday garment, but, with the design of the print I realized it got lost in translation. Meaning that the change was not noticeable, at all.
I was suppose to make a belt to match the dress, but I didn't have the time nor did I care to do that. The dress itself was so busy and making a matching belt would seem pointless. Plus, buying a belt is so much more convenient. If I had more options I probably would pick a belt with a simpler buckle. The gold kind of clashed to me when worn without the sweater, add the sweater and everything seems to flow.
You know it's weird how I have a sloper but fail to realize that I still have not made a sway back adjustment. Oh well, I enjoyed wearing this dress and my family totally loved it. I hope to make more for every Halloween and maybe throw in a few dresses for other Holidays too.
Hope everyone is enjoying the Holiday's. Have a Merry Christmas and an awesome New Year.
" You may be my passion, but you are not my purpose."
I needed to hear those words. I was feeling kind of off lately and wanted to be inspired by something, anything to get me going. When I spoke to my mom about how I was feeling, she told me not to worry, things have a way of just working out on it's own. I may love a person, idea, dream or desire but it only works with true inspiration it can only flourish in it's own time. She told me to also surround myself in a new environment, not let myself be stagnant and wait. New environment can renew the mind, body and spirit (or start something new altogether). She is so wise. I love that lady she always put me back on track, when things seems like they are falling apart. She is why I love being me. Thanks Mom.
As usual I was inspired by a dress I saw on Pinterest, and thought to myself. I can do that. Wellll, I kind of did. I wanted a colorful dress with an African print (Ankara Fabric)but what I envisioned and what came about are two different stories. Have you heard this before?
Don't get me wrong. I love my dress, I love all my waders. They are like dysfunctional children, they might be loud, rambunctious, rude and sometimes inappropriate but their yours. So damn it, I claim it, I love it and I am going to have to keep it. Quiet frankly, no one else want's it....lol.
So here she is in all her glory....
This is my attempt in creating ruffles. Can you see it?
Anyway, that's it for now. I have sewn quiet a few things so expect some more interesting experiments.
Today was a very emotional day for me. I am not sure if this only happens to me but
there are times when something seemingly insignificant happens, turns into a
chaotic, crazed, wrathful experience.
I was in the middle lane of the highway and decided to
change lanes to the furthest left. Mind
you I checked ensure there was enough room and signaled before merging into the
left lane. Then I changed lanes. Now this is important right here because
there is a belief you did something right followed protocol /procedure that you
will get the right results. But, no the
person who was a good distance away decided to speed up change lanes and cut
right in front of me. I am not sure if
the person was claiming position/territory, but I usually don’t let things of
this nature get to me. I do live in New
York after all.
Something snapped, broke. (The nature of expectation.) I don’t
know if I was holding too much in (being always cautious and careful). Me
always being rational, reasonable and usually just calm. Me the stable, focus, emotionally intact
human being lose it? I lost it over
something trivial, insignificant, an everyday occurrence. What happened? Who was I?
All I know I got dark fast, something took over my mind, spirit, body…I
was so just done. I tried to talking
myself, but the more I talked the angrier I got. At some point I started to pray but prayer turned
into a rageful rant. I was so frustrated
angry, upset but most dangerously important I was vengeful.
I wanted to get her back in the worst way. I mean car crashed into a wall of flames
burnt body parts spewed all over the concrete ground. The darkness wouldn’t
move it persist, it stayed and I knew I had to turn to God. Something was eating me up and it wasn’t
this. I wanted to allow myself this
small victory and even when I passed her for a brief moment. I refused to
engage in battle, I wasn’t going to allow this to turn me into something I knew
I wasn’t. Because I realized it wasn’t
My rage is coming from a place allot deeper. The road represented my journey, my eagerness
to get to my destination.( I knew this because in the midst of my rant I kept
thinking about all the times I have been neglected, used, abused and not taken
into consideration.) Although I wasn’t
being cut off from it but delayed and in my hurry I couldn’t afford the
distraction, I couldn’t afford the hesitation.
I didn’t want it to be in the obstacle but that’s life and I was tired,
tired and fed up with being good, patient, and kind. Fed up with being overlooked tired of feeling
insignificant and insecure. I cried and
I raged, cried and raged some more.
After I regained my composure. I knew what would have been considered a
breakdown was a breakthrough. Instead of allowing the situation to be an embarrassing
incident, I knew it was an opportunity to let it all out. My frustration, fear, anxiety, disappointment
come through to the surface. I had to let
the tears fall because I need that cleansing.
Wow! It's been three years since I made this dress and I finally got the courage to wear it. Honestly, I didn't know how I was going to wear it until I purchased my red sweater. I originally had the McCall's dress in mind when I bought the sweater but found that it can also be used for the Butterick dress.
Everyone at work complimented the look...I have to admit I kind of liked it myself. My only regret is that I couldn't really show the back portion of the dress. It's actually the main focus but, oh well.
More to come.