It was the last meeting for my Careers in Fashion class on Monday. Slightly sad as it was fun, however I have the same teacher for my History of Costume class and so I still get to see her. I finished the final projects early and finished the final in 10 minutes...at a loss of what to do until my next class 4 hours later, I went home and took a nap. I finally remembered to bring in my pattern for the skirt in Clothing I; last week I only remembered the fabric -__- So I was able to full cut out the fabric. I'm really excited to get started on sewing my skirt, specially since I'll be wearing it down the runway for the spring fashion show.
Here you see my constant inability to share a table with anyone. I always take up double the actual desk space, cuz...deal with it.
I was sorely tempted to ditch my workroom sketching class, but womaned up and went. I'm so glad I did cuz we learned how to draw knits; cable, argyle, etc. My friend and I got called out in class for being at a level to draw our illustrations with shading in them. It's always awkward when a sentence starts with, "Ok so none of you need to do this, but oh! Tara and Tanya, you both should look into doing this for your sketches. You're ready." And when she went over our homework, my watercolors I did in a couple hours the night before she claimed were perfect and I should consider putting them into my permanent portfolio. I often wonder if these people are egging me on, but when she mainly chit chats with me and compliments my work, but goes to the next person and sits for a half hour giving suggestions and some critiques...it does make me wonder if I really am good at this and not being shined on.
My half-assed watercolors that turned out far better than I allotted time for and really feel I could do better but were well-liked anyways.
On Tuesday, I picked two of my besties from LAX as they were just getting back from their belated honeymoon in Ireland. It was so fantastic to see them again and I loved hearing their stories. One of my souvenirs they got was was a freaking time turner!!! Of course, I was elated and elected to wear it to class today as my modern adaptation. ;)
My friend Alex and I are now carpool buddies on Wednesdays so today was just a ball of fun. We both chose edgy lipsticks and the same silhouette for our outfits today. How serendipitous. We learned the Rococo styling in History of Costume and made lame jokes the whole time. Puns are our true nature. Then we walked to a boba place for our break as I've never had boba. I tried the lavender milk tea and it was quite lovely. I may have finally found a slight change from my beloved chai. We took selfies and had tumblr talks and I crashed more than one snap chat. She tried to talk me into getting one and we discovered my phone doesn't have it in the app store. (not gonna lie, pretty happy it wasn't).
Serging class started well and then went downhill fast. I was able to put my reconstructed shirt together pretty fast, specially with some help from my new Vanna, Alex. However, hemming it took the rest of the class period. It was on a different grain line where the hems were needed so of course it just wanted to roll up on itself and refused to keep a press. We ended up somewhat cheating on it. We just hemmed it all with a blanket stitch and then rolled the neck and sleeves under with a basic stitch on a single needle. The bottom hem, we just left in a blanket stitch as it technically is a finished edge XD But 3 hours of arguing and it refusing to stay pressed so we could do a pretty looking hem...we kinda gave up and lapsed into jokes. All the poses for pics for this blog ended into silly poses and non stop laughter.
The pattern in school is easily definable. Optimism, underestimating, frustration, near tears, full steam ahead, non stop laughter.
On our way to boba, I felt the need to take a quick photo op underneath this glorious archway.
A picture of today's outfit as I love it, yet hadn't worn it since my trip to England two years ago.
The backside of my finished reconstructed shirt.
The neckline stretched out greatly while hemming so we made a lot of Flashdance jokes. And somehow the shirt managed to look like a conscious choice in my outfit, not randomly thrown on top of it. Go me.
And ended with, "Grandmother! It's me, Anastasia!!"
(not pictured, the numerous takes in between the first attempt where I managed to not laugh, until this one. All in between I was laughing like a loon"
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