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Ariel and I went on fabric run yesterday, found all fabric and crazy buttons we needed.
Then we realized we still need a tie.
So we went over to Target on the way home.
They had SEVEN ties.
In the entire store. SEVEN. None of them black.
I was rather irate. I bought two pairs of groovy, hippie socks and Ariel gave me chocolate, and I was less irate. My Honda is still acting up, however, with the sports mode randomly turning on and off. It's like my car is possessed. It probably is. I mean, it's a 91 model, and that engine probably runs on the power of captured souls as much as it does gasoline.
The cape is done... and freaking huge, but nothing a couple of shoulder pads can't handle.
Now I need to finish the vest, then start Pren's jacket.
I swear, the only men with Pren's proportions are probably the mannequins in menswear.
(That is, if the same sizing principles apply for boy mannequins as girl mannequins...)
The boy needs the biggest size for height, and smaller than the smallest for chest and sleeves.
For being freakishly proportioned in an attractive yet hard-to-sew-for kind of way, I still love him.
Did I mention that the jacket pattern is scary beyond all reason? Yeah, it has like 20 different pieces. Christ.
After that, I need to attach all the crazy buttons to my jacket and affix the cape and make the bow tie.
In short, it looks like I'm going to be sewing all afternoon, evening, night, morning, and most of tomorrow afternoon.
In my empty apartment, with no one but the tv for company.
Anyone up for dinner tonight?
[Edit: Satomi has preemptively read my mind about dinner, but I'd still be glad of company to chat or watch a movie while I sew.]
Then we realized we still need a tie.
So we went over to Target on the way home.
They had SEVEN ties.
In the entire store. SEVEN. None of them black.
I was rather irate. I bought two pairs of groovy, hippie socks and Ariel gave me chocolate, and I was less irate. My Honda is still acting up, however, with the sports mode randomly turning on and off. It's like my car is possessed. It probably is. I mean, it's a 91 model, and that engine probably runs on the power of captured souls as much as it does gasoline.
The cape is done... and freaking huge, but nothing a couple of shoulder pads can't handle.
Now I need to finish the vest, then start Pren's jacket.
I swear, the only men with Pren's proportions are probably the mannequins in menswear.
(That is, if the same sizing principles apply for boy mannequins as girl mannequins...)
The boy needs the biggest size for height, and smaller than the smallest for chest and sleeves.
For being freakishly proportioned in an attractive yet hard-to-sew-for kind of way, I still love him.
Did I mention that the jacket pattern is scary beyond all reason? Yeah, it has like 20 different pieces. Christ.
After that, I need to attach all the crazy buttons to my jacket and affix the cape and make the bow tie.
In short, it looks like I'm going to be sewing all afternoon, evening, night, morning, and most of tomorrow afternoon.
In my empty apartment, with no one but the tv for company.
Anyone up for dinner tonight?
[Edit: Satomi has preemptively read my mind about dinner, but I'd still be glad of company to chat or watch a movie while I sew.]
