again

So I am trying. I want to blog. It is something I like the idea of. I just have numerous things in my day. Like this week is tech. So I wake up, have a bit of quiet time, then go to the theatre and I am there until it is over which was at 11:40 pm last night. I get home after midnight and already I missed my daily deadline. Today is a quick blurb on my one food break because I feel guilty that I am failing so badly

Didn't happen

o that everyday thing. Ya, I know.. I failed. Oh well.
There is much happening in my life and time to blog is not always readily there. Truthfully, it is easier to choose other things than to face the somewhat scary action of writting about myself.
So that's what I have been doing; having fun with people while hidding from the task of this challenge.

My dear friend Sophia came to visit me. I am in full steam trying to finish a corset, and I've just started working on designing a musical that goes into tech next week.

Perhaps these things should be talked about in detail. Perhaps I will. But not now.. Now I have a house to clean and some work on my corset to do.

potential

A trip to Humankind yielded a pewter curiosity.
I had stood at the counter for a moment trying to determine what the item was. It had been labeled pendant or belt buckle but in truth had nothing attached that would make it either. The gentleman waiting on me claimed  it was the orion symbol from the never ending story. I told him he had it wrong. the one from the movie was two linked snakes. not lilies. he assured me it would grant wishes but could tell I was not buying his story. So he offered me a deal. I could have the mysterious pretty thing but I had to do something with it and bring it back to show him.

So it is mine. In trying to figure out what to do with it, I took a close look at it. the back is engraved Lindsay Claire   Canada    pewter  1991.

 Lindsay Claire exsists. what a handy little thing google can be. All sorts of pewter items to decorate with or give away. The best I can determine is that the lilies adorned a jar or something before it came off and was donated to the thrift store.

So, ya. so far kinda boring.

My item needs an exciting future to redeem it from it's mundane state.
So far I have thought of...
--Soldering it to glass and a pin closure to make it a large broach. it would be awesome pinned to the front of one of my future corsets.
--a trivet, would need to make it some feet, but it's kinda small. So probably not.
-- It would pretty circled in lace and sewn on a purse. That would be gift material there and Christmas is right around the corner.
-- button cover for the hidden latch into my secret lab. Well every Mad scientist has got to have a secret lab and mine would not open through the choosing of a book... that it so obvious.

17 hours

Of Yo Gabba Gabba. After loading it in, I was laundry girl for wardrobe, and then I helped load it out.
I had not really seen it before today. The most enjoyable bit was seeing the cast like the kids reactions. And now there will be songs that will probably not leave me alone for a few days.

So, eloquence and anything substantial to say left me sometime around the 6am call.

Thank you

I grew up attending a church that had dance. At 15 I started on the woman's dance group and was one of the white clad worshipers leaping about the church. There was much about that time that was ill fitting and akward. I felt under constant scrutiny from some of the church leaders due to my drift toward the Goth culture and toward theatre. The associate pastor's name was Wayne Chalk. And for a long time I felt like I must have been the bane of his existence. I typically came tromping in on a Sunday dressed in the white marshmallow dress that I had accessorized with my black leather jacket and my untied Doc Martens to unceremoniously plop on the floor to change into ballet shoes. Looking up on several occasions I would find that he had just looked over at me. If I had a flag and was sent to dance with it in the isles, I more often than not hit Wayne with it. In fact I felt that at any moment I could be doing something a little out of decorum it would be for the presentation of Wayne Chalk. I just assumed I kinda annoyed him.

Coming home from my second year of YWAM I needed to complete some counseling I had started. He had been one of the people in the room praying and talking with me when he stopped to ask me a question.

"do you think that I don't like you?"
This had kind of been out of the blue so I just went with it and confessed my suspicions that I was probably annoying and that he had been hit too many times by my flag waving.
"Sometimes I need to be hit with a flag." was his reply.
From that time on he went out of his way to say hi to me, to tell me that he was happy I was there. To encourage me in many things.

I found out this evening that he passed away on monday.


Because I find myself having to grieve far away from those who knew him, I just want to say it out so someone hears me.
  Thank you Wayne for being a  real encounter of what approval is like. Your willingness to show me love and encouragement has been part of why I can believe that God approves of me.

I want to wear a bustle

   October tends to be a sensitive month for me along the lines of clothing. every year during October, someone will usually ask if I am a witch. And I don't mean as a Halloween costume.This is never a question from someone who knows me. Usually it comes from a person who feels that either I need to be saved or has decided I am a witch and is trying to make small talk about it. Always the reason for the assumption is the clothing I wear.
I have not been asked yet this year... however the month is not over.

This bit of my history and my current focus on corsetry and my own clothing line has me looking at current clothing alot.
And truth to be told: I don't like current fashion.
  Clothing available off the rack is made from cheap materials in styles that care not one bit about what a real person's body looks like.  But I will admit, the structured garments I find attractive all come from eras in history where clothing was part of the cage women were kept in.
  Victorian corsets, the long heavy skirts and steel framed bustle made it possible to walk, sit (with some practice) and generally just look pretty. The freedom I have to climb truss or even ride a bike comes in part with the t-shirt and jeans I am expected to wear. Even the working class of that era never wore the gilded cage that women in higher classes wore.  Many of these woman lived in homes with large libraries locked, out of their reach. They had to cross dress in order to become writers and doctors.

   But as I make my corset I have reworked the pattern to fit my body. I will not wear it tight in order to slim inches off my waist. I have no intention of damaging myself in order to be thought beautiful. I am not even looking to current feminine ideals. I am stepping into this clothing as an expression of what I find beautiful. Not what has been defined for me.


   'Our goal is not to return to a time of oppressive morals, but to challenge the assumptions sewn in long hems and high necklines: no longer are our dresses a uniform of domesticity (or our trousers a pass to play with the boys). We define ourselves creatively, in ribbons that hold our goggles, and frills that hide dangerous gadgets.'
                              issue 6 of steampunk magazine an essay entitled A Corset Manifesto by Katherine Casey

This piece sums up my feeling when I look at old patterns and imagine how I could rework them so that I might still fit in my car.


Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months  - Oscar Wilde

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The 2.0 mock up of my corset fits me mostly. A little bit of taking in seams and it is ready to add some boning and see if it is suitable for making a pattern out of.
 The original was an 1898 corset pattern for a stout woman. I found that if I put the gores in places the pattern didn't call for, it fit my body better. The first mock up was scrapped upon first fitting.  It needed to be taken in so many places it warranted a different size altogether. So the new size was traced and pattern cut out. Pieces rearranged, stitched together and voila. the minimum amount of what I wanted finished today is finished.

and I even checked out stumble upon as per beka's suggestion. This is the first item it gave me: foam printer
 Perfectly random if you ask me.

I would like to take a moment to brag about my husband.
I was talking with my friends Kat and Audra when David slipped into the room with a tray of snacks for us. He MADE for us one of my favorite desserts. Apple pie caramel apples. Apples dipped in caramel, then white chocolate, then rolled in cinnamon and sugar.
He got the best husband award for today.

So goal number two kinda accomplished. I blogged. Still am not sure what this will become, but I have twenty-nine more days to figure that out.

P.S. All those fancy names to the right under the section labeled thirty days are the people I am in this blog challenge with... so go read their blogs... go.