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I made my very first corset.






it took me about three days to finish it.
day one
ironed and cut fabric. (1 hour)
assembled the shell and boning (2 hours)
called it a night

day two
assembled the lining (about 30 minutes)
attatched lining to corset (about 30 minutes)
bias bound the top (about 20 minutes)
called it a night

day three
bias bound the bottom and sides (about 30 minutes)
set the grommets (about 30 minutes)
attached the trim (about 10 minutes)

overall, the corset took me about 5 1/2 hours. It felt really good to set a goal, complete said goal, and come out with something that I think truly came out beautiful.







oh, and it's fully lined. can you deal with that?!


I also made the skirt in about thirty something minutes in between working on the corset. Bias bound and french seamed up the back center.





then i wrapped the whole shebang around my neck like a high collar because i'm gay like that.

Tumblr, yall.

let's make it happen.

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I've changed in this year, 2009, more than I ever have any year before. I know that for certain.

Here's part two of my lookbook. I made everything pictured, again. There are some sketches of the outfits a few posts ago. It's really interesting (for me at least) to compare them and see what I have now.

( fantastical )

I'm working on a lookbook for my fall collection. It's also gonna contribute a lot for my college portfolio. I made everything pictured and of course, took the photos. Let know know what you think.

( walk, walk, fashion, baby )

and a happy dappy birthday to our own miss annie ogburn!

LIVE IT UP, MISSY!

Halloween was a success.



a commissioned piece for one of my best friends, zach.

max the king from where the wild things are.

i took in a giant sweater and and giant pair of cordoury pants, hacked up some other sweater bits for gloves , boots, and the tail.

The hood with ears is made from an old sweatshirt and the whiskers are wires I covered with black t-shirt scraps.

the crown was made from paper mache.

i loved how it turned out, so did he.

aaaaand



We wanted to be vikings.

My costume is a fully lined faux fur vest made by yours truly

underneath is a crocheted mesh net vest made from an old scarf.

the hoodie underneath is made from a cool sweater knit bolt fabric.

suede kilt skirt made from a formerly floor length QVC nightmare.

boot covers made from a moth eaten juicy couture sweater.

the helmet was made out of paper mache and stuffed horns.

His costume is made of very similiar items, done slightly differently as you can see.

his fur is a cape.

more pictures later.

the blind prophet.
"Tomorrow," she said "humanity will sink into itself"
And with a sharp cry from a far off wind, she was gone, and soon, humanity would as well....

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i'm starting to create characters rather than fashions. it's all fun.

self-experimentation with different textures.

lace salvaged from a vintage dress and mesh off the bolt and tea stained..

I find it interesting that in a public speaking class, when asked to speak of oneself, it is highly acceptable to spend the majority of the speech explaining your positive relationship with god.

And I got to thinking about it. During my speech, in my public speaking class, I did not speak of god, for I don't believe in god.

Why can't I proclaim to the class "I'm an atheist."


Wait. That's because a true atheist doesn't feel the need to let everyone know they are an atheist.


But it got me thinking about atheism.

I didn't choose atheism. In fact, a year or two ago, atheism stole my chair when I got up to go the bathroom. I didn't notice atheism when I came back, and sat down on atheism by accident.

Basically, atheism crept up on me.

I'm rambling, but who's reading anyway.

Atheism has improved my life. Truly. I do not fear for god, I make my own rules, and I've been completely at ease since.

Shit. As far as I'm concerned, I am my own god. Ostentatious.....arrogant.....shroom-talk.

.......................


In any event, I'm not the same guy I used to be. On sunday, it will be one year since I fell in love.

And this love has become more than the "love" i knew before.

The butterflies and the warm and fuzzies, while still there, now sleep soundly beneath the fine film of emotional security, awaking to the sound of a "good morning, beautiful."

I've made mistakes. I've fucked up. I've also grown up a lot.

Once upon a time, I thrived for independence.
Send the message
Pick up the phone
Grab the rubbers
Grab the keys
Drive
Hello
Autopilot
Fuck
Goodbye
and were back home.

I believed in open relationships and semi-anonymous sex. Free condoms and Free HIV testing. A robot with a killer libido.

None of those things make sense anymore. Greek. Latin. Chinese.

Dependency. Commitment. Trust. All words that were once nonsensical. Russian. Swahili. Morse Code.

I won't spend a lot of time gushing over it, but I love him. I love him more than anyone I've ever loved. My family. My friends. Even myself.

We share a car. We share a bed. We share a home. We share a job. We argue about how I didn't like the way he said this. We argue about how he didn't like the way I looked when he said that. We argue about when he was supposed to turn left. We argue about how I couldn't stop running my mouth. But we love more than anything else.

We've lived together three months. Yes. I know. It's soon. It's irrational. I'm irresponsible. We don't know what we are doing. I know. I know. I know. I know.

But what you don't know is how absolutely perfect it actually is.

I'm not afraid to depend on someone else. That's the biggest step I think I've ever made.

............

i've changed for the better.

so i've made quite a bit of new stuff.

and it's up on my etsy if you want to check it out.

I suggest you do.

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okay.

i've waited a while to finally speak on this.

and all i will say is this.

michael jackson is still alive.

who agrees? who needs convincing?

i made another sundress.

This one was from a xxl men's silk Hawaiian shirt.

it's super flouncy, and i happen to think it's downright precious.

the drawstring shoulder straps and waist tie were pieces of an old t-shirt.

i'm trying to win a sewing machine, so I keep submitting this to a contest.

there isn't any official voting, but if you gave me some love on my flickr account, it couldn't hurt.

haha, i'm a whore.

tell me if you like it.

http://www.flickr.com/groups/1133354@N21/pool/

Harlow was making justin, ryan and i break out. We're all pretty allergic.


We wanted to put up posters in advance, but it was too much for our eye sockets.

Ryan and I carried her, with a bowl full of cat food, and left her where we found her.

She seemed happy to be back.

All's well.

harlow is a real lady.

meet harlow


she's gonna fuck you up.


seriously though.

a cat followed me and ryan home. ellen bought it some fancy feast. she's super friendly and totally awesome. we're seeing how it goes.

uh.

I don't know about ya'll.


But I just got onto blog.craftzine.com


i know it's not a huge deal, but holy shit, i'm excited.

FOLLOW THIS LINK!
http://blog.craftzine.com/archive/2009/06/singer_and_craft_swimsuit_cove.html