Some Girls Buy Clothes, I Buy Cloths

Most people go on shopping sprees and they buy clothing. And jewelry. And shoes. And electronic gadgets.

Not me.

When I go on shopping sprees, I buy fabric, and beads, and embroidery thread. I mean, why shell out hundreds of dollars on clothes made in a sweat shop in china, when I can make it at home, and fill the sleepless nights?

So today, I dragged my mother to Joann Fabrics. It’s no G Street Fabrics, but it fills all my basic requirements, and I get some banging discounts, because I moonlight at a school as a costume designer… Or am I moonlighting as a fashion designer/anthropology student, while working as a costume designer? I’ll let you work that one out.

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I figured after putting my costume shop back together, with massive help from the show director and a stage craft student, I deserved some congratulatory shopping.

So anyway, Joann Fabrics.

In one hour, I came up with a 20 yard bolt of muslin, so I can start sewing my projects, and some decent sky blue crepe for the finished product if the robe.

And some bright red silk to finish out a tap pants order.

And odds and ends to get started on my inventory for First Friday (which is approaching like a rider of the apocalypse…)

And a HOARDE of stone beads and pretty sparkly crystal beads, just because I have the tendencies of a magpie and am attracted to shiny objects.

Oh, and some embroidery floss because I always wanted to teach myself to embroider.

And I only spent a dime over 100$, because I’m aces with sale shopping!!! Definitely a great way to round out a VERY busy day.

I think I’m going to sit in front of my stash and drink some cocoa now, I’m beat!!!

Because Sometimes Your Best Friend Needs to Drag You, Kicking and Screaming

A very long time ago, it seemed, I wanted to try and start my own business, as a fashion designer. True, I had dropped out of an apparently well respected university’s fascist fashion program because the professors were all Nazis, and the students were all Abercrombie&Fitch drones… not that I was judgemental or anything…
And true, I changed my major to Anthropology (and am now happily frollicing about the class rooms of Temple University). And maybe I decided to pick up a few other side jobs because the start up fashion design business wasn’t exactly booming the way I anticipated… Which will happen when you only end up with 10 hours a week to sew, between three other part time jobs, and a full course load. (Yes… I know, the term over-achiever-about-to-become-burn-out might POSSIBLY be applicable… but that’s not the point!)

So I was thrilled when I pillaged The vintage lingerie patterns of MrsDepew, and got the okay from her to sell the things I made with her patterns in my store. And even MORE thrilled when I picked up two orders! Imagine, little ol’ me, making “unmentionables”! Surrounded by rolls upon rolls of laces and satins and crepes (covering my mother’s living room floor…)

But when it really cam down to it, even though I’d managed to get three listings put into my store, I was unhappy. Where was the glitz and the glamour? Where were the people clambering for my carefully crafted, excruciatingly detailed clothing? I was supposed to be famous by now, and making clothing for Dita von Teese, dammit!!

Enter one of my trusty best friends, who listened to me bemoan my fate , very patiently. He took a few moments to consider my options.

“Uh, didn’t you used to have a blog?” he asked me. well… yes…

“Did it ever occur to you to keep your blog UPDATED, so that people will see what you’re working on?” … But it takes SOOOO much time to come up with a post, after classes and work, and more work, and homework….

“Don’t you have, like, FIVE HOURS between classes, when you sit in Starbucks and watch Netflix?”

And that was where he got me. True, I can’t drag my entire sewing room on SEPTA and through the college campus. But I can keep my blog updated. But what was I going to put IN my blog?

Well, he solved that one for me, too. He remembered how much fun I had in the summer and fall, drafting vintage patterns for day dresses and then trying to sew them, and get them too look right. So, my goal has been set for me!

From now on, Ladies and Gentlemen, you’re going to be kept updated! (Because he’s making me do it, whether I want to or not…)

Oh. One more thing. To keep myself motivated, I apparently have to show you what I’m going to be tackling first. How hard could it be to mess up a kimono, anyway? 

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