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[nancyheart11]

Ballgown!

Hi friendos! It's wip Wednesday and I have been informed that people want to see how the ballgown is going! So to start you off we have the concept sketch I did for this monster of a project.

Then showing off some of the fabulous fabrics I'm using for this project and just how silly drying and cutting the pieces can get!

Interfacing! Which I am only doing sew in for this project because I'm trying to limit buying new materials this year and thus am using fabric I already own for the interfacing.

Bolero! An in progress pic and then a look at how cool it is on me! This bolero is made using leftover fabric from a skirt I did a decade ago and leftovers from that underlayer of my spring lolita dress I did last month!

The skirt!!! Look at how pretty the hong kong binding I did on the seams around my zipper are! And yes I did have to purchase tulle for this because I don't own any green tulle somehow, but with the hoop skirt on under it we are getting some delightful volume on this!

And corset! Using the same pattern I customized for myself last year as part of making a workwear corset for my product class, I used a fun brown for the outside and a green crepe for the inside. The green lining for this is actually the leftovers from a dress my mom made me for my graduation party from cotillion! So it's really fun to be able to use the rest of that on such a cool project <°v°>

Now the last picture has me lacing this up with a ribbon since I hadn't gotten laces yet, and the cups didn't have their underwire yet, so I'll have to make sure to get an updated picture of that for you guys soon!

I have two overskirts I'm working on! And things are starting to feel tight since the event I'm wearing this to is next week. Wish me luck!

[andnowforthis]

Before we leave the house, you pull that old woollen sweater over your head and let it swallow you up like a pile of leaves, because it's freezing at a 5am Melbourne flight, but Summer back home.

You give it back before you go through the gate, and I cradle it under the sleeves, wishing you still filled its crumpled hollow. The heat seeps from it in about as long as it takes you to pass through security and out of sight. It’s because you’re not here to replenish it with every beat of your heart, of course, but I feel like all the warmth is chasing you and leaving me.

The smell of your hair leaves in three waves; by the time you get off the plane, it no longer wafts easily from the fibres as it once did like pollen from a flower; by the time it’s ok for you to Skype, I have used up all the deeply embedded remnants accessible only when I try to force the stiches through my eyes, to dry the tears up at their source in my brain; by the time people are mentioning you in passing again with ease, I can’t remember it, can’t imagine it.

I’m glad we slept away most of the waiting for you to leave. And you’re good at making farewells quick and permanent. But now I've got all day to say goodbye. So I’m glad you put on that sweater. I need to hold it tight for a little while, to keep my muscles tense, so I don’t unravel.

I tried to make you stay, but I could only grasp at the top layer; the loosest.