Yesterday I was digging in a box of art supplies searching for some wrapping paper, and look what I uncovered! I didn't even remember I owned this Bette Davis paper doll. It must have been a gift.
After reading "The End of Fashion" last week, I serendipitously stumbled upon "Deluxe: How Luxury Lost it's Luster," at the Salvation Army (hello, irony) on Friday and jumped right in.
In early April we talked about glamour, the good the bad, was it still around and did we even care. For me, if there's one garment that epitomizes what glamour is all about, it's the evening gown.
One year ago this week I purchased my first sewing machine, on eBay. I'd bought it with the intention of altering a pair of jeans I'd found at Goodwill; having them shortened locally would have cost more than I'd paid for them. Little did I know what that purchase would set in motion.
Imagine my distress when a commenter yesterday noted that a nearly identical dress to TED, which Cathy looked so lovely in, had been posted yesterday on Pattern Review!
What fun I had yesterday with my cousin Cathy. You'll have to wait till tomorrow to see TED ("The Elaine Dress") in all its glory in our photo shoot, but I think you're going to like it.
So I am reading a fantastic book, "The End of Fashion" by Teri Agins, published in 1999. It tells the story how fashion changed from something dictated by Paris designers to a corporate-run industry making primarily copycat sportswear, heavily marketed via highly identifiable brands. It's a fast read, chatty and engrossing.
We're in resting mode today at MPB Industries. A skeleton crew is keeping the machinery running but we aren't answering phones, so please don't call.
Cathy is also lying low so that she'll look her best for tomorrow's photo shoot. Luckily Lindsay Lohan is out of the country or didn't you know. She's such a bad influence on Cathy but I did enjoy her in "Freaky Friday."
I admit it: I used to own a pair of polyester Levi's (and my walls were purple). I bought them at the thrift store. I never wore them out of the house; OK, maybe once. They were incredibly uncomfortable but they did flatter. I think I sold them on eBay -- for real money too.
Many people find polyester hot. On many levels. The secret is in the petroleum.
Friends, have you ever experienced a state of such moral confusion that you found yourself reaching for the bible and you're an atheist? Have you ever felt like you'd gone to bed and woken up in Bizarro World?
Readers, I tried, really I did. But this polyester brocade fabric was the worst possible choice for my 1953 dress project. Well, maybe not the worst -- polyfleece might have been the worst.
Readers, I feel like we're at the point in our relationship when I can show you what I look like first thing in the morning, mouth full of breakfast to boot. You've seen the parrot video so we're practically married.
Thank you for all your kind words about yesterday's video. Sadly my vaudeville career came to an abrupt end last summer after a tragic case of mistaken identity resulting in a tone-deaf chicken and a parrot with very little white meat. A setback.
This is Peter's partner, Michael, writing to you today. Peter had to travel unexpectedly to the Bronx yesterday to help out his mother and has no access to a computer up there. He asked me to let you know that he will be back to blogging tomorrow.
In the meantime, I thought this video might satisfy your Peter cravings. It'll give you some insight into what my DDP (dear domestic partner) gets up to when he's not behind his Necchi. Enjoy!
So I decided to dig into that cadet blue cotton twill that's been weighing on me since the day I bought it and make some pants. Believe it or not, I originally thought I would use it to make this:
First, Happy Mother's Day to all you mothers out there.
Dear readers, wise readers, it had been my original intention today to write about this striped cotton knit tank top I stitched up Friday afternoon. I'd bought the fabric locally the day I picked up Cathy's black gloves, nothing special. And as you can see the final result is...nothing special.
Struck by a number of comments both here and on Pattern Review relating to my cousin Cathy's lack of belle poitrine -- which, admittedly, is more Margaret O'Brien than Jayne Mansfield, I decided to take a closer look at fashion's ongoing relationship to the female bosom -- specifically during the 1940s and 50s.
What can I say, peeps? You're the best. Yesterday I let you decide how I should proceed with the 1948 McCall's dress and the results speak for themselves. The fabric belt is a big improvement. I thank you.
I don't know about the weather where you are, but we had a HOT weekend (mid-eighties) and are heading into an equally hot week. Makes you think beachwear!
I realized on Thursday that I had just completed my fourteenth men's button-down shirt. And despite a few flaws I (somewhat compulsively) pointed out to you, I was satisfied with the result.
I'm a native New Yorker and sewing fanatic! I started sewing in 2009 and today make all my own clothes using vintage sewing machines and vintage patterns, in addition to sewing for private clients. Welcome to the warm and whimsical world of Male Pattern Boldness, where the conversation is sewing, style, fashion, fabric, and more!