Too Many Dresses

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A Sewing Lesson

Just a quick lunchtime blog from me today – I’m trying to get back in the habit because I really want to start blogging my sewing! Recently I went to the Knitting and Stitching Show with my good friend Roisin of Dolly Clackett fame. Being at the show with her gave me a taste of what a wonderful, supportive community of sewists there are out there in the blogosphere, and since then I’ve been avidly following several sewing blogs, and have decided to tentatively dip my toe in the water. You can’t just take and take forever, Lauren, sometimes you have to give the goods too.

Anyway, I do have a few makes from earlier this year lined up to blog, not least the “@TheQuill Dress“, a By Hand London Elisalex in instrument-print cotton. I made this especially for a gig I was going to in Berlin, with the full aim of getting some shots of it with suitably touristy backdrops. In the end though, and in good old holiday-Lauren fashion, the only photo I ended up with was a very red and moody shot of it in a mirror in a Kreuzberg nightclub. Very cool, perhaps, but not the ideal showcase of a make! So you’ll have to hang on a bit for her. I’m off to Edinburgh later this week so perhaps with a bit more forethought and a bit less beer, I can get you some proper photographs.

So what I have for you today is just a tale of a lesson, or maybe two lessons, learned from a sewing session last night. I’d had a happy couple of hours in the afternoon working away on my latest dress, a (hopefully wearable) muslin of the By Hand London Anna maxi dress in a silk blend fabric recycled from a saree. Then, despite having already made 3 toiles of the bodice, I freaked out that it was going to be too small, and wouldn’t fit. Cue me sat at the sewing machine at quarter to 9 that night in a complete frenzy, desperate to get the garment to a try-onable state so I could see just how horrendously small I’d cut it, and how hideous I looked in my too-tight Anna.

Once I’d got an almost-finished Anna, I galloped up the stairs to the only full-length mirror in our house to discover…that I’d sewn one of the side seams on the wrong side. Such a basic and annoying error that would definitely not have happened had I not been mega mega stressy and mega mega rushy. But at least I was able to try the dress on (sans zip), and do you know what? I think it’s going to fit beautifully.

So, two lessons:

1) Never sew in a rush. Y’all knew that one already. I knew that one too. None of us will ever learn, though.

2), and perhaps more importantly: Always have faith in yourself. I’ve now lost track of the amount of times I freak out partway into a project, convinced that it’s ruined, it will never fit, I’ll have to throw it out, I’ve wasted x amount of hours. It’s almost always fine. Yes, we all have the occasional wadder. But that’s fine too. And with a bit more faith in my own abilities, I wouldn’t make most of the stupid mistakes in the first place.

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Cherry Bomb

After a few weeks of loosing hours each day to endless internet searches pining over the gorgeous Melissa & Vivienne Westwood  ‘Lady Dragon’ shoe, and coming to terms with the fact that my feet will never be the same size as Dolly Clackett‘s, so I can’t borrow hers, I finally caved. Well, it wasn’t caving, my willpower is immense. More, I decided to (ahem) reward myself for a cracking week’s work on the thesis by buying a pair of these wonderful shoes.

And what a pair! I’d mostly been focusing on getting some blue/grey ones, as they were the colour that I felt was currently lacking in my shoe-wardrobe (swardrobe?). However, when the gorgeous cherry ones came up in my size on ebay, brand new in box, I knew they were “the Two”. And to prove that we were meant to be together, here is an outfit shot:

Cherry shoes outfit

H&M broderie anglaise dress, Peacock's cardi, Vivienne Westwood Melissa Lady Dragon shoes

Please ignore the weird grin and unmade-up face, but do take time to appreciate the matching nail-polish! Anyway, as Róisín promised, these shoes go with pretty much everything in my wardrobe, but since today was their first outing, I wanted to make them feel especially co-ordinated, right down to the cherry earrings that you can just see peeping out there!

These shoes are, as the hype would have you believe, immensely comfortable. The insoles are really springy and the heel is a very manageable 4cm. I guess the peep toe and vamp might rub if you don’t use an anti-friction stick, but I didn’t have this problem (thanks to said trusty blister stick, again recommended by Róisín – what would I do without that girl?!).

Anyway, me and my shoes went on a lovely jaunt to Hayley‘s house, where I managed to get lots of annoying fiddly little work jobs done in good company and with interesting teas! I just love afternoons like that.

Now I’m off to help Rick with the jambalaya, maybe have an ale and plot what to wear these babies with next…


The Squeakquel

After many an enjoyable work-break spent scrolling through the blogs of Dolly Clackett, Squeezegut Alley and About Your Dress amongst others, I have decided it is high time I resurrected toomanydresses here. Plus, I have very much missed having somewhere to moan.

I’m planning a little post later on about an awesome charity shopping trip to Kenilworth last week with Hayles of The Vegan Christian Blogger, but for now, you’ll have to make do with a picture of these amazing and quirky Poetic Licence boots which arrived for me this morning off ebay:

throwing some shapes...

Coming back here, I’ve also realised I never did finish that Top 10 list. Sorry about that!


Dazed and Confused

This sentence should tell you all you need to know about just how bad a film Wedding Daze (Michael Ian Black, 2006, AKA The Pleasure of Your Company AKA The Next Girl I See) actually is:

Wedding Daze, for example, ends with no less than five living couples united in the epilogue sequence, along with a dead couple (who are, according to the caption: ‘Still very much in love. Still looking great. Still dead.’), with the formation of yet another couple suggested through flirtation.

I appreciate that I am just blogging this because I am cantankerous after working all day on my endings chapter, but still, HOW ridiculous?

Then again, what can one expect from a film with THREE titles?

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