The creation of my 18th century gown is a long, slow process, but given there are no deadlines right now, that’s alright. I have taken apart the jacket to make it fit me better, as I think I cut the pattern and forgot to check my measurements against it. I’ve adjusted the darts and shoulders, and just fitted the sleeve back in. This is a very satisfying task – making a tiny gather in the top for a hint of puff, then fitting it inside the armhole, and stitching around curves without wrinkles. Hopefully the other sleeve will go in easily too.
I default to my sewing machine over a needle and thread ninety percent of the time. Today, however, I picked up the needle to craft my bows. Seated on the carpet in the north sun flooding my lounge room, I sat and stitched my satin bows into gathered plumpness. Twas a beautifully gentle and relaxing activity to sooth my weary bones and still my mind in these troubled times.
I popped along to the Foto Biennale opening this evening in Versailles costume (doing a little promo for the next show on the 20th September in Ballarat). I was lucky enough to find my favourite after hours loading zone park outside Karova (heavy rock venue), where there was quite a queue of young people dressed in various shades of black. It was very fun to open my car door and emerge in my large and ruffly dress and wig! Twas also quite enjoyable to mingle with the trendy photographer crowd (who, incidentally, were also wearing a lot of black). Perhaps I’ll wear it to the supermarket next.