Monday, June 29, 2009
roses & studs
Better late than never, here is the first outfit for my sewing challenge. That purse was such a pain to make. Literally a pain. I ripped a hole in my finger trying to bend one of those metal loops with jewelry pliers, and it is still bleeding six hours later, ick. I love how pretty it turned out though. It was worth all the blood, sweat and tears. Ok, maybe not the blood part...
As for the dress, I totally love it, but I probably won't get to wear it much. Although, it kinda looks like a cocktail dress. Maybe I could pull it off with some black tights and stuff in the fall.
I wish I had more occasions to wear pretty dresses. My friends here in Bloomington don't really dress up much. Which is fine, I don't mind being casual and comfortable. I just like to show off once in a while, you know? And I rarely get to wear dresses in the frozen wasteland where I spend the school year. So I guess the solution would be to get a new boyfriend so I can wear dresses on dates. Or start hanging out with some girlfriends who like to get dolled up and go out. Any takers? Ha.
I kind of feel like a loser. It's weird. I wrote a poem for class sophomore year about sewing a pretty dress but having nowhere to wear it. It was just a cute little sappy poem about having potential but lacking opportunities to fulfill it. But now it's kind of literal. Oh cool, I just found it---
I bought four yards of silk chiffon,
a zipper and some thread.
I snipped and stitched and toiled to make
a gown of luscious red.
The flounces flared, the color flashed,
a stoplight for the eye.
The envy of the other girls,
the lust of every guy.
But no, I never wore the gown.
I never had the chance.
I had nowhere to wear it to,
no party, date or dance.
No invitation to the ball.
And so the dress remained
unseen til it fell out of style,
and out of sight it waned.
I put it on when I’m alone,
though I was thinner then.
I wonder how I could have danced
and who I could have been.
Annnnnnddddd, I just remembered my family is having a grad party for my little brother on sunday. I can wear my pretty sundress then. Bam. The end.