Showing posts with label editing eye. Show all posts
Showing posts with label editing eye. Show all posts

Wednesday, 21 May 2014

Ruffles and Tweed



A while ago I was given a box of fabric bits and pieces from a friend’s mother, who is now in her nineties and hasn’t sewn for years.   

As well as some lovely vintage prints she had started making herself a pair of trousers out of this wool.
It’s a heavy wool and almost a bit scratchy, but I love the tweedy look.  The lady is a lot smaller than me, so there was no way I was going to be able to simply complete the trousers for me, so I carefully unpicked the half made trousers and assessed the fabric that I was left with, with a view to making a skirt.

The pieces that I had weren’t wide enough to make a straight skirt, so I had to be a bit more creative.  The back was a simple fix – I put a curved godet in the centre back seam, drafted from my skirt block using the same technique that I used here.


Although it is a very subtle effect, I also added a little embroidery to the two back panels – just because I can!

At this point I stalled slightly, while I figured out what to do with the gap in the front.  Eventually I added a panel to the front lining and attached layer upon layer of stone coloured chiffon ruffles from the $1 stash.  It sort of looks as though I’ve vomited chiffon down the front of the skirt.  

Or maybe it’s just a cute play on the hard and soft of the tweed and the ruffles?

Here’s my dilemma:  When my daughter was living at home she would sometimes come home from school, look at my current project on the dummy and yell “STOP! Move away from the fabric Mum.”  This was her sign that I had gone, or was about to go, over the top.  With no resident daughter to rein me in I wonder whether I’ve gone too far with the ruffles and embroidery here?

What do you think? 

Friday, 6 April 2012

New toy from Mum

A couple of weeks ago I headed over to the Gold Coast (Australia) to visit my parents.  My mother used to be a keen sewer, and got out her machines so we could do a bit of mother/daughter bonding.  It didn't take long for me to realise why she hardly sews anymore.  She maintains that she doesn't need glasses, because she's too vain to wear them, but I had to thread up all the machines and every needle we needed.  At the end of my stay she offered me her embroidery machine.  Apparently she reckons I'll use it more than she does.  She packed it up for me and, thanks to the awesome staff at Emirate Airlines, (who pretended not to notice that my luggage was 14kg over weight) the mysterious embroidery machine came home with me.
I've had a few projects on the go lately and only got around to unpacking and trying out this machine this week.  It's great.  It comes with software and usb cables so I can scan, digitise and embroider my own designs.  
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 So far I've limited myself to monogramming my towels and fairly subtle decoration on a couple of my diving thermals and plain T shirts, but I can see me letting this machine get out of hand.  It would be too easy to start a little bit of embellishment and end up looking like a walking craft exhibit.  

Hopefully by writing it down here, I will see it in the future and remember to apply an editing eye to my projects.  All those soooo plain T shirts can now be lifted to new heights.