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.
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 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!
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'm a native New Yorker and self-taught sewing fanatic! I've been sewing obsessively since 2009 and today make all my own clothes using mostly vintage patterns and vintage sewing machines. Welcome to the warm and whimsical world of Male Pattern Boldness, where the conversation is sewing, style, fashion, fabric, and more!