Showing posts with label wool. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wool. Show all posts
Monday, February 15, 2016
Snowblind
With a finished dress, a fresh shortage of valid excuses against it, and an incipient winter storm threatening to turn the current winter wonderland a little too winter wonderlandy, it became apparent that it was time to quit dragging my feet and actually take a few photographs of my very first Intaglio (the everything-and-the-kitchen-sink version). Without further ado, here is its debut!
Monday, January 18, 2016
Taking a dilemma by the horns
The solution to too many design possibilities?
Not one...
...Not two...
...But three different dresses. Two in silk. Pretty, drapey, slippery, aggravating, want-to-pull-your-hair-out-sewing-it silks. Clearly I've thought this through.
My fabric for the first version is a brown herringbone wool. Solid, stable, sensible wool. I ordered extra to account for shrinkage, reviewed recommended wool pre-treating suggestions, ran a trial on a test square with beautiful results, and figured this would be the easy one. HA! Of course the full yardage shrank more than ever anticipated, and felted a little bit out of pure spite. I suppose better now than later. Ordered more to make up the difference, ran it through the same process with a twinge of regret, and we're off again towards a slightly fuzzier winter dress.
Not one...
...But three different dresses. Two in silk. Pretty, drapey, slippery, aggravating, want-to-pull-your-hair-out-sewing-it silks. Clearly I've thought this through.
My fabric for the first version is a brown herringbone wool. Solid, stable, sensible wool. I ordered extra to account for shrinkage, reviewed recommended wool pre-treating suggestions, ran a trial on a test square with beautiful results, and figured this would be the easy one. HA! Of course the full yardage shrank more than ever anticipated, and felted a little bit out of pure spite. I suppose better now than later. Ordered more to make up the difference, ran it through the same process with a twinge of regret, and we're off again towards a slightly fuzzier winter dress.
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