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Jan. 2nd, 2004
Oh yes, and my mother was very, very pleased with her doll. She had to leave for a while for something involving the ballroom dance group she belongs to, but then came back later and we were all still there. BEcause Sarah and Dennis came with us to dinner (Mad Cow and Yorkshire pudding with a raspberry merlot, and flaming plum pudding. We set it on fire with lots of alcohol. The brandy didn't burn, twice, so we used Jim Beam. And my mother said I should put more brandy in the hard sauce, so I did. Yay for burning food at the dinner table) which made an evening with the family much more pleasant. Much more. Oh God Better. I like them, but in small doses, and generally with moral support, especially after my brother shows up. Anyway. Mom brought the doll to her dance thing, and showed it off, and everyone else was impressed too, which pleases me because my thumbs still hurt at that point. It is good to have done something appreciated, if it causes that much pain. I was afraid she'd think it was too folksy, given that her taste is more Victorian or Rococo. Nothing more shabby than that. Well, Federal can squeak by, barely.
And she found out that Remy and I are getting married. Because I had asked her help with a dress based on one of Madame de Pompadour's court portraits, and she's just about the only other person I trust with a needle. Because I really, really cannot fit gowns like that to myself. Not when I'm corseted. I tried sending her a copy of the portrait in her email, but her computer isn't working and she hasn't gotten it fixxed. She had forgotten that I asked, but remembered that I said that I was working on a wedding for someone. (Sarah and Dennis's. Our dresses are from *totally* different times.) So she asked whose wedding the sketch I showed her was for, and I said mine. Well, I couldn't very well lie.... But I did not really intend for her to find out until perhaps two years before.... Eh. Matters not. She suggested, having heard the colours Remy will be wearing (Black velvet and violent purple cuffs and waistcoat, heavilly embroidered) that I go with a slightly rosey purple. I want silk. Heavy satin if possible, which I doubt, shy of that, dupioni. I'll dye it myself if I have to. Did they use Dupioni in the 18th century? Probably not for court, and that's the cut of this.... Gar. If I start tatting now and keep doign it diligently until then, I might have enough to do the sleeves. I think it was used then. I've heard early 18th century, but I dont; know if it would have been used, again, on court dress. This is why I start the planning now. Aside from the fact that I will need to embroider *everything* on Remy's person, and make all the appropriate clothes from skin out, and actually acquire the endless quantities of silk. And silk velvet. And practice dying things. I am insane. But you know, I like doing things like this....
Sarah gave me two yards of dragonfly blue silk dupioni. It could be green. It depends on the light. So I think an 18th century short jacket with a fairly short peplum embroidered with dragonflies and flowers and such things, to go over the corset that I still haven't finished. And the new chemise. Still need a skirt, and it should probably be black, in either heavy taffeta or polished cotton satin or something like that. It shall be most racy, in this lovely colour.
In five months we go home, less a few days. My books demand more spacee, as they have never had it here. My computer demands a larger desk, and my fabric is going to eat my soul.
I have Sarah's measurements! This means I can start working on drafting patterns now! Wheeeee! I feel so much more useful now. Must start working and forget that it's bloody *cold* in this house.
And she found out that Remy and I are getting married. Because I had asked her help with a dress based on one of Madame de Pompadour's court portraits, and she's just about the only other person I trust with a needle. Because I really, really cannot fit gowns like that to myself. Not when I'm corseted. I tried sending her a copy of the portrait in her email, but her computer isn't working and she hasn't gotten it fixxed. She had forgotten that I asked, but remembered that I said that I was working on a wedding for someone. (Sarah and Dennis's. Our dresses are from *totally* different times.) So she asked whose wedding the sketch I showed her was for, and I said mine. Well, I couldn't very well lie.... But I did not really intend for her to find out until perhaps two years before.... Eh. Matters not. She suggested, having heard the colours Remy will be wearing (Black velvet and violent purple cuffs and waistcoat, heavilly embroidered) that I go with a slightly rosey purple. I want silk. Heavy satin if possible, which I doubt, shy of that, dupioni. I'll dye it myself if I have to. Did they use Dupioni in the 18th century? Probably not for court, and that's the cut of this.... Gar. If I start tatting now and keep doign it diligently until then, I might have enough to do the sleeves. I think it was used then. I've heard early 18th century, but I dont; know if it would have been used, again, on court dress. This is why I start the planning now. Aside from the fact that I will need to embroider *everything* on Remy's person, and make all the appropriate clothes from skin out, and actually acquire the endless quantities of silk. And silk velvet. And practice dying things. I am insane. But you know, I like doing things like this....
Sarah gave me two yards of dragonfly blue silk dupioni. It could be green. It depends on the light. So I think an 18th century short jacket with a fairly short peplum embroidered with dragonflies and flowers and such things, to go over the corset that I still haven't finished. And the new chemise. Still need a skirt, and it should probably be black, in either heavy taffeta or polished cotton satin or something like that. It shall be most racy, in this lovely colour.
In five months we go home, less a few days. My books demand more spacee, as they have never had it here. My computer demands a larger desk, and my fabric is going to eat my soul.
I have Sarah's measurements! This means I can start working on drafting patterns now! Wheeeee! I feel so much more useful now. Must start working and forget that it's bloody *cold* in this house.
