I can't believe it!
The 1809 ball at Kristinehov is on Friday...
...and I've almost finished all of my stuff!
This is such an anomaly and I'm sure I'll end up paying dearly for this huge offence to the mighty power that is "Desperate-Sewing-Madness-Night-Before-Event".
So what is this total regency n00b's plan?
As we all know, a picture is worth a thousand words, maybe more, so I give you a lot of pictures and I'll throw in a few words with the bargain as well:
I was going to buy plain, old white ballerinas when I found these. It was love at first site (at least in my case. I think the shoes have undetermined feelings due to a bad break-up recently):
"So were Indian/Pakistani Khussa with sequins and stuff all the rage around 1809?" you ask. I say: "Yes. Yes, it was."
Which is, of course, a lie. But I couldn't help myself. I love them. Besides, my camera, which has a face recognition feature, clearly sees a face on the toe. They smell a little like horse, but I like horses. I'll add ribbons to tie around my ankles to make sure they stay on.
Just... Just ignore my attempt at bead work. I was feeling a bit over-achieving at the time but what is done is done. Making tassels was fun, though!
I bought a typical Asian gift shop cheapo sandalwood fan that I planned to spice up.
So I sprayed it with white paint, because white paint is almost impossible to tell from ivory, and will add a ribbon in lieu of the original nylon string. Meh. At least I have a fan.
But while on the subject: I found another cheapo Chinese fan today at my lunch break.
It will need a lot of help but I think it has potential. But that's for much later.
I'm not 100% sure about what to do with my hair, besides that I'm going to curl it.
I tested my husband's grandmother's old curling iron tonight and I think it's a winner!
I heated it on the stove, like I believe she did in the 30's, and if it was good enough for her hair, it's good enough for mine.
"But the gown!" you cry: "What about the gown?"
Oh, there is a gown all right, buuut I'll wait with pictures until I'm all dolled up and ready for The Big Night so I can do it justice.
But I'm a generous person at heart so I'll give you two pictures of the sleeve, which is what actually makes this gown.
Sorry for the crap quality. My camera died so I had to use my phone.
The concept is stolen from a gown in a Swedish museum. The original also has bobbin lace at the bottom and I found a piece of lace in my stash that was exactly the length needed. Like millimetre exact! I thought that was cool because I got the lace from a plastic bag of mixed ribbons from a thrift store, and I actually bought the bag only because of another lace in it, and I had to buy the whole bag, so... Yeah, whatever.
And now I must end this post with a very important message from my cat and sewing friend Börjesson:
Börjesson has entered the "Cutest Sewing Critter" competition over at the Dreamestress's and is quite willing to bribe you for votes in his favour. Name your price!
Here he is helping me with the breeches pattern I mentioned in my last post. Börjesson insists that the best way of getting familiar with a new pattern is to feel it. This is most efficiently achieved by spreading out your body on top of the pattern for an hour or two. Börjesson shares this tip with you for nothing in return!
And now he' wants me to return to the joy that is finger torture and binding stays. I'll try to find an excuse, like I have done for the greater part of the evening.