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28 August 2012

Pattern Abuse!

Tonight, I derived way too much entertainment from some colored pencils, a sheet of graph paper and a sewing pattern's envelope. Seeing as how we all have our windows wide open during these hot, humid evenings, I'm sure the neighbors have pegged me the Crazy Lady after hearing tonight's laughing fit. It's all because I tried to draw my new jammies onto a notepad:
When I picked myself off the floor after laughing so much at this sketch, I had to share it with you all. "Creature from the Black Lagoon" doesn't even begin to explain it. You see, the face ... oh, never mind. :)
When Andy asked me why I was tracing the pattern envelope illustration for the pajamas I'm making, I reminded him that it's my habit to make notes on each garment I make. What worked, threads used, needle sizes -- yeah, I should have been a librarian. Anyways, here's an example of the notes I took for the last shirt I made Andy, a version of the same pattern I've made him at least seven times over the years. Fabric swatches are always stapled or taped onto my worksheet.
Andy's latest shirt (yeah, I'm lagging): depicting a circuit board. Perfect!
Naturally, being a computer book writer, my husband looked up the part numbers on the fabric above, and learned that the capacitor depicted here was part of a bad batch that ruined many circuit boards -- several years before the fabric's debut. Coincidence? I think not. My point, however, is that my person illustration on the worksheet above looks semi-human, right?
Andy always obliges people who comment on his shirts by showing how nicely the collars came out (pointy). :)
Earlier that year, I wanted to copy a neat feature of a purchased jacket (pseudo princess seams just with a topstitched line down each side), so I modified this commercial pattern, an oldie, and took copious notes and illustrations.
Not an experienced pattern drafter, I modified one of the patterns in my stash.
Even the models in the drawing above look almost human. The result:
Ellen Anne Eddy arrived into San Diego for a workshop, and despite the 9/11 catastrophe the next day, we decided to meet for class anyway, to show strength and support each other, doing something we love. So we hit a funky discount "lace" store, where we shopped for "bug" (glitzy) fabric. A year or so later, I decided I needed a glam jacket more than an embroidered bug. I had so little of the pinkish fabric that the back panel is on the opposite grain (which really shows). Eh.
Then I decided to make a dress to go with the jacket. Someone on, one of my favorite places on the 'net, ever ... suggested I make the dress reversible. People always manage to talk me into outlandish things like this. Remind me to tell you about the reversible vest someday.
How did I ever figure this one out? I still don't know ... but you see, the person in the drawing does look human.
Voila, the ensemble:
Yeah, I'm rockin' some vintage heels. How did I ever give those away? You can't see them from here: little silver studs along the top near the toe "crotch." Beautiful kidskin, made in Palm Springs by some famous person. Whahhhh.
I think I'm trying for sultry here, but instead I just look like I've got major heartburn. Anyways, this pic proves the dress is really reversable. A neat concept, but a tad tight even then, when I was practicing Ashtanga Yoga for two hours each day and later, teaching for several more. Let's face it: I inherited the beefy Scandinavian body parts ... not the delicate Spanish ones.
Well, I guess the message is clear: more sewing (you should ... okay, shouldn't, see my current pajamas that really need replacing) ...and less sketching.
Bye for now, and if you have the notion (ha ha, sewing joke), please send words, links and/or pix of what you're up to ... poetry, burning man sites, whatever.
Tina in San Diego