Every seamstress and well, every person in general, will learn at some point that things don't always go how they want them to. This is especially true for people who sew because a lot of times your projects don't turn out as planned. (Take my Owl Pants story for example) Sometimes you get four pant legs instead of two, or one arm hole on a dress; not that I'm speaking from experience or anything .... The point I'm getting at here is that you can't expect things to turn out how you want them to. And yes, I am referring to a specific happenstance. I heard back from that German fashion company regarding my suggestion of writing a blog for them. They said that at this time there just aren't any available spots for a guest blog. I'm not bitter about the situation, they're a phenomenal company that does amazing work and I didn't really plan on getting the gig anyway. Basically, I have accepted rejection and am currently hoping for an opportunity in the future. The reason I'm sharing this is because I'm hoping someone who has recently been denied by anything or anyone will see that it's definitely not the end of the world. I am a firm believer in the idea that when one door closes another door opens. I also believe that everything happens for a reason and if it's meant to be it will happen. Can you think of any other relevant clichés? I think I about summed it up.
Monday, February 18, 2013
I'd like to apologize for the lackage of posts on Friday and Monday. I know that some of you have come to expect a post every weekday but unfortunately I was too busy to write. I'd like to update you on my latest dress though. Aside from a few minor glitches I have yet to work out, all that's left to do is create the hi-low mullet skirt. I'm very excited to finish and wear this creation ... even if I'm the only one dressing up at the Sadie Hawkins Dance. Yeah, I found out it's probably not a formal dance... but I've been working way too hard on this to not wear it. Well as usual lately, I'm busy and have to go! I can't promise there won't be some more missed post days, but I'll try my best! Also, don't forget about the CSTAWNY contest!
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
- A Little Black Dress
Monday, February 11, 2013
Friday, February 8, 2013
Thursday, February 7, 2013
My first big mistake was the time I tried sewing a tan dress with a braided belt and a sweetheart neckline. It looked marvelous when it was finished, but it took me a while to get there. You see, while I was sewing the top and waist together, I actually sewed the bottom of the skirt in as well. Basically what I ended up with was a strange romper effect... minus the leg holes. However, the crisis was averted thanks to my dearest friend: seam ripper.
Another nightmare of sewing I experienced was when I began sewing my first tulle dress for a winter formal dance at school. Oh boy was that a disaster. I ended up hand sewing the tulle on in a process that took an hour and a half after I broke three needles in fifteen minutes by machine. Once I had finally finished I tried it on. It was beautiful. There were black roses on the top and black tulle sticking out from the bottom with a red sash in the center. There was only one problem. I turned and looked in the mirror and realized I appeared to be 9 months pregnant. The tulle stuck out so far it actually made me look like I had a bowling ball taped to my stomach. Needless to say I bought a dress for that dance instead.
My final major sewing disaster (so far) occurred while sewing four sets of owl pajama pants. My mother was paying me to sew a pair for each of my siblings and I so she could give them to us for Christmas. Now, in theory, this was an adorable idea. Who doesn't want four children in matching homemade pajama owl pants? So my mother took me to the fabric store and we found a cute fabric and I began construction. What basically led to my downfall was the fact I eyeballed all the measurements. Mine and my little brothers turned out great because we're the same size. However, when I got to my older brother's I used way too much fabric. The top ended up going well past his belly button and the bottom piled up on the floor. I guess he's not as tall as I thought he was. After using so much fabric for him, I ran out of fabric for my sister's pajama pants. I asked my mother to take me back to the fabric store and buy more fabric. Once we got that fabric, I managed to sew it half inside out and, while seam ripping, tear the fabric into two pieces. This resulted in my father having to secretly take me back to the store to get even more fabric, I didn't want my mother to know that I'd ruined the fabric she'd just bought. Eventually I managed to sew a full set of pajama pants that looked rather decent. Me and my little brother love wearing ours, my older brother can't fit into his, and my sister can't wear hers because they ended up being the wrong size in the end. They were pretty pitiful Christmas presents, and I still can't look at those pants without laughing/feeling as if I've died inside.
These stories are not only embarrassing, but they are also very helpful. It shows that I've still got a lot of learning to do before I can become a famous designer. And even then, the best designers still goof up sometimes. I think it's completely fine to make mistakes, as long as you learn from them afterwards. Let's just say I've done a lot more learning than I shared.
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
- White socks
- Those glasses that change color in the sun
- Zip off pants, aka: "shants"
- Striped shirts with plaid pants
- Socks with sandals
- Sandals without painted toe nails (girls)
- Tall socks with short shorts
- Sweatpants with elastic on the bottom
- Short sleeve shirts with sewn in long sleeve shirts underneath
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Monday, February 4, 2013
Sunday, February 3, 2013
4) Contact fashion companies to become noticed in the fashion community
5) Get an offer from a fashion company to design/sew/tailor/fetch coffee
6) Accept my first offer for a fashion show
7) Become a famous fashion designer
I guess that leaves me at step number four. So far the only contact I've made in the fashion community was a plea email I made to an amazing German fashion magazine to write a fashion blog for them (which I am still waiting on a response from). I also contacted one of my friend's teacher's about sewing for her friend's baby clothing company which totally would've worked if she'd considered hiring me. The point is because of my age and limited (but totally qualifying) years of experience, I'm probably not getting any attention from Vogue Magazine anytime soon. I know I need to stay positive and all that, but sometimes it's hard when I feel so confined to a bubble of lifelong sewing in my parents basement without profit. Wow. That sounds pathetic. I think it's important for me to remember I won't be in high school for long, and eventually I'll get attention from someone; maybe not someone important, but a person none the less; who is interested in my work. I know there's still plenty of time to succeed, but I got stuff to do broski, I can't wait around forever. I think today I'm going to try contacting more people. I have no idea who, but I'll find someone. If you have any suggestions I'd really appreciate you leaving them in the comments below. Thanks so much for reading, and I'll try and write again tomorrow... yeah this is a regular thing now. I gotta do something to keep me from refreshing my inbox every two seconds in anticipation of receiving a life changing email.
Saturday, February 2, 2013
Friday, February 1, 2013
Aw. That's cute. You're in high school and have an improbable dream.
True. But, I know I can do this. You're going to be here when I first start going on and on about it, and someday when you're wearing my clothing you can say:
"Hey, I knew that girl before Paris did."
And then we'll all clap and be merry.
Seriously, I know this sounds ridiculous, trust me, I do. However, I want to be able to look back on where I came from someday, and this will be it. I think it's important to remember where you came from. It's things like naïve and embarrassing blogs that keep you humble. Gosh I can't wait until older-me, or present-day-someone-I-know, reads this and goes:
"What the heck, brah. You're insane."
Actually, I have no problem waiting for that to occur. I think I've always been really concerned about what other people think about me. Which is a terrible attitude for a designer to have because they're probably the most 'out-there' people there are. Have you ever watched Lifetime's Project Runway? It doesn't take more than five minutes of viewing to get that the whole cast is just a bunch of wackos. Crazy talented, amazingly skilled, incredibly lucky wackos. I guess I need to be more like them, which doesn't sound like an entirely promising decision should this fashion designer thing fall through. I guess the point I'm trying to get across here is that I'm going to make it out there, and I'm going to try and make it as me without sacrificing who I am (a shy little thing), for a career I may or may not have a future in. Who am I kidding. People don't make blogs for dreams they don't fully intend on reaching. Mark my words, unknown reader, I'm going places. Just watch me.