Friends, I simply couldn't wait till 2012 to show you my refinished Singer Featherweight table, which I fished out of the trash only one week ago. Ready?
Friends, I'm not a big fan of year-end wrap-ups. I mean, are our memories so short that we need to be reminded of what just happened? I had something else to say about this, but I forgot it...
Readers, I hope you're not disappointed but I will not be disrobing today. I will, however, be finishing my featherweight table, otherwise known as Miracle on 24th St.
Isn't this an amazing transformation, readers? Wow!
Unfortunately, this Featherweight table is not the one Santa left for me in the street last weekend, but rather belongs to MPB reader Wayne of Florida, who restored it himself. This pic shows the table before he applied polyurethane, but it looks fantastic to me as is (the blue tape is simply to keep the black enamel paint applied to the sides off the top).
Readers, I was both excited and troubled by a feature I saw in the most recent (January 2012) issue of Consumer Reports magazine. Their annual "25 Great Gifts" list included -- are you sitting down? -- a sewing machine!
Readers, do you think fashion is in a rut? I ask, having just read a very thought-provoking article by Kurt Anderson in the January 2012 issue of Vanity Fair, entitled "You Say You Want a Devolution."
It's a longish article, but the basic thrust of Anderson's argument is that the evolution of (Western) style -- fashion, architecture, interior design, even music -- has been slowing, so much so that very little change has taken place in the last twenty years. Examples: jeans, tee shirts, and sneakers reigned in the early 90's (and arguably before) and they're still king; Madonna then, Lady Gaga channeling Madonna now.
Friends, I certainly hope viewing this pic isn't putting anyone's job in jeopardy. But I just finished my cherry leopard stretch denim pants and I am ready to rap, or whatever one does, shirtless, in leopard pants. Actually, I'm listening to my lovely Concert, Theater & Parlor Songs of John Philip Sousa CD. Weird, right?
Readers, the pants are coming along. For you jumpsuit fans -- what can I say? Maybe next time. I really don't wear jumpsuits, to be honest. I don't jump much.
Friends, do you remember the leopard print pants I made at precisely this time last year? Oh, if I had a dollar for every time some stranger emailed me asking if I would make them a pair of these pants, I'd have enough to buy a large coffee from Starbucks with muffin!
Friends, to say that the chorus girl was a popular stock character in old Hollywood movies (by which I mean the pre-Sixties studio days) is to state the obvious. But have you ever wondered whatever happened to her? Look around: she's nowhere to be found.
Friends, particularly at this time of year, when nobody wants to be judged naughty instead of nice, one wants to keep one's promises. But sometimes, no matter how well-intentioned, one's plans hit a snag.
She wasn't thin, she wasn't young (not at the height of her fame anyway), and she wasn't particularly beautiful, yet there's no denying that Mae West was a true sex symbol in her day.
What do you make of Brooklyn-born Mae West -- actress, playwright, singer, comedian, sexual trailblazer?
Friends, it is but a tired cliché that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, yet isn't it the truth? I open with this photo of Barbra Streisand because when she burst onto the scene in the early Sixties many people considered her to be ugly, and yet today her style is considered iconic.
Friends, first the good news: the pants are done. I hemmed them yesterday, pressed them a bit, got 80% of the dog hair off, and actually wore them out of the house.
Readers, I am this close to having my suit pants completed -- in fact, I totally expected to finish them yesterday. I had my new charcoal gray commercial waistbanding from Steinlauf & Stoller (a steal at just $1.80 per yard) and a new can-do attitude.
Readers, I believe when we've reached the point that we're sewing men's pants flies closed, it's time to take a break. Of course, this means that I'm imposing my break on you. So no pants today.
Instead, I want to talk about something altogether different -- wigs! I've written about wigs before (most extensively here), and it's no secret that I'm a big fan. To me, there's very little difference between a wig and, say, fur. It's a luxurious, hairy accessory.
Friends, I've done it, you've done it. OK, at least I've done it.
I refer, of course, to the old sewing the pants fly shut when you topstitch along the front. To be honest, I've never done this before, so why I did it this time is anybody's guess. I had the legs all sewn up and the back center seam basted (on these dress pants, the back center seam will be the last one sewn, along with the right and left sides of the waistband) and I was ready to try them on. I reached to unzip my zipper and -- gadzooks: I'd sewn the fly shut!
Still plodding along on the pants, friends. A lot should come together today, including, hopefully, the backs and fronts. Yesterday I managed to complete my back welt pocket and insert my front fly zipper.
Readers, while I was sitting on my ceramic Pintastic yesterday, I stumbled upon a colorful fashion spread in this week's New York magazine, entitled "Street Pajamas." Apparently, female versions of classic men's pajamas are the new look du jour for gals. They're not just for sleeping anymore!
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!