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.
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!