HELLO, I MADE A SEQUINED DRAGON TOP. Late last week, I found a full yard remnant of blue sequined stretch fabric at Jo-ann (of all unholy places). The quality is surprisingly great – not scratchy at all – and set me back a full $7.50. I thought about matching short sleeves, and instead opted for long, silk charmeuse in bright kelly green.
Then I added embroidered dragon appliques, because life is depressing.
The appliques were a family decision, because are they too much? Are they not enough? Can I wear this to dinner, even though I already made plans to go to a Chinese restaurant?
A single covered button in green velvet, because #luxury.
I wore it anyway, and the server noticed immediately and embarrassed me for eternity.
The sleeves and silhouette make this casual enough for jeans, but the sequins make it sequiny enough for everything else.
I really need to start making pants, you guys. GOODBYE.
HELLO, I MADE THIS LIFE-CHANGING SATIN JACKET WITH APPLIQUÉD HAND AND SNAKE. I wore it on a plane, in hopes of getting a better seat, and it worked – the guy even gave me a better seat on my RETURN FLIGHT. I’m hopeful it leads to a better life all-around, but let’s face it, owning a jacket that feels you up with a beaded, sequined sparkle hand that’s wearing a giant ruby and emerald bracelet is already living your best life.
I made the jacket using a remnant of midnight silk satin that I’ve been saving for something special, and lined it in a really beautiful, mid-weight striped cotton left over from another project. The pattern is the same as the crocheted lace top, but wider through the hip, and from the waist down it’s backed in horsehair to keep that flare TAUT. I wasn’t even thinking about embellishment when I started this project, UNTIL I WAS THINKING ABOUT IT.
The chain is metal and heavy AF, and it makes me feel part majorette, part 1950’s dog walker. The buttons are black velvet baubles. The snake is a goddamn beaded snake.
It looks pretty great with high-waisted jeans – especially flares – and it’s completely perfect over the poet blouse. And when I finally make myself a maxi dress, it will be pretty great over that too.
The hand is definitely living the better life.
Obviously any time I get invited to “speak” somewhere, I’ll wear this jacket and consider my work half done.
HELLO I MADE A POET BLOUSE. Is there anything sexier than a ridiculous amount of fabric, like definitely way too much fabric, draped over your body and billowing all around you?
You: “Um …?”
It’s sexy because it’s so perfectly easy, and it’s also straight out of an old English novel, full of romance and vicars and scandal. Can’t you just see some gorgeous, socially frustrated man with curling tendrils, ripping this from my shoulders in a fit of wild passion?
With special details like tiny rows of shirring to shape the sleeves, and a draped, detached cowl at the back, and an insanely soft, liquid-y rayon fabric, I feel easy and confident and loved and like a goddamned fascinating poet. Invite me to your dinner parties.
I also embroidered a tiny pale blue “V” next to a covered button on the silk wristband. Fucking sexpot over here.
Roses are red, violets are blue
P.S. this blouse is basically see-through. GOODBYE.
HELLO I’M SAD. Sewing brings me incredible and immense joy. It’s also the source of (perhaps literally all) my waking- and sleeping- nightmares. The constant deadlines and pressure and worries have become too much – I’m losing myself under the weight of it all.