{via Coup d’Etat}
I’d always wanted a professional-type dress form–the old-school kind with a linen cover, cast-iron base for rolling around and one of those trippy iron cage skirts at the bottom.
No, I’m not talking about the 18th century French version, although you can see why they needed the cage skirts in the first place. (But what exactly are they for now?)
I’m still in the throes of fitting my Lady Grey muslin. For about a week, there has been pattern paper and tracing paper thrown all over my office. In my spare time, I’ve been tracing and re-tracing. I had to adjust quite a bit in the bust area, and then realized the bust area comprised 2 front pieces, 1 facing and 2 lining pieces. It is not as simple as taking a dart out of one-piece bodice.
There is something about sewing patterns that brings out the utter abstractionist in me. Looking at the pattern and imagining how it works has become more fun than sewing it. As a teenager, I used to think the fun part of sewing was in the actual sewing, getting to the machine. The faster I could get things cut out the better.