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I have had a lovely weekend down in Christchurch. Spent much of Sunday sewing, and saw my brother on Monday afternoon. He has a new girlfriend, a girl whom he flatted with for the last couple of years. They're in different flats now, but obviously know each other quite well. I had actually met her before (he took me to meet her again) and so have our parents. He was actually in Nelson staying with her and her parents for much of the weekend.
The amusing thing is, they sort-of-but-not-officially got together about three weeks ago, which would put it when Mum and Dad were overseas... Except for my sister's wedding and engagement, every time something changes in one of my siblings or my love lives, it's while my parents are overseas. Doesn't happen everytime my parents go overseas, but everytime there's a change in our love lives (emotional or official), it's while they're not in the country.
The tips of my forefinger and middle finger on my right hand are quite sore from all the hand sewing I've been doing. I have finished sewing the topmost binding on this corset, and one of the halves has had the cane inserted about a quarter of the way across. It'd be more, but I need to get the cane. The plan is to have it ready to wear on Friday. If I get the cane and lacings from Goldings on Marion St at morning tea, then I can thread the cane and maybe start the binding on the bottom at lunch, finish the bindings and be laced into it in the evening. Plenty of time. :)
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thesane who does crazy amounts of handsewing and is the one who instructed me on how to make this thinks I'm mad. She's probably right.
There was an amusing incident in the lift at work at morning tea today. I was taking one half of the corset down with me to stitch the binding while chatting. Said conversation ensued:
Workmate S: Is that your blankie you're holding?
Me: No, it's half of a sixteenth century corset.
*stunned silence*
*guys peer over my shoulder to see*
Workmate S: Are you making it then?
Was asked multiple times why I was making it and what was it for. I tried explaining - once - that I'd started a costume from a book, changed my mind and was finishing the corset anyway, and would do another costume from a different time period, but gave up and just said it was for a costume. Which then prompted the question of would I actually wear it.
No, I'm just making it for the hell of it.
thesane said that's why she ususally does simple crossstitch at work.
I suppose I should really work out what I'm going to wear tomorrow and pack it into my gym bag. I probably shouldn't wear sandals, but I'm not certain I have any decent shoes that I want to wear in wet weather. I need to get my boots fixed.
The amusing thing is, they sort-of-but-not-officially got together about three weeks ago, which would put it when Mum and Dad were overseas... Except for my sister's wedding and engagement, every time something changes in one of my siblings or my love lives, it's while my parents are overseas. Doesn't happen everytime my parents go overseas, but everytime there's a change in our love lives (emotional or official), it's while they're not in the country.
The tips of my forefinger and middle finger on my right hand are quite sore from all the hand sewing I've been doing. I have finished sewing the topmost binding on this corset, and one of the halves has had the cane inserted about a quarter of the way across. It'd be more, but I need to get the cane. The plan is to have it ready to wear on Friday. If I get the cane and lacings from Goldings on Marion St at morning tea, then I can thread the cane and maybe start the binding on the bottom at lunch, finish the bindings and be laced into it in the evening. Plenty of time. :)
thesane who does crazy amounts of handsewing and is the one who instructed me on how to make this thinks I'm mad. She's probably right. There was an amusing incident in the lift at work at morning tea today. I was taking one half of the corset down with me to stitch the binding while chatting. Said conversation ensued:
Workmate S: Is that your blankie you're holding?
Me: No, it's half of a sixteenth century corset.
*stunned silence*
*guys peer over my shoulder to see*
Workmate S: Are you making it then?
Was asked multiple times why I was making it and what was it for. I tried explaining - once - that I'd started a costume from a book, changed my mind and was finishing the corset anyway, and would do another costume from a different time period, but gave up and just said it was for a costume. Which then prompted the question of would I actually wear it.
No, I'm just making it for the hell of it.
thesane said that's why she ususally does simple crossstitch at work. I suppose I should really work out what I'm going to wear tomorrow and pack it into my gym bag. I probably shouldn't wear sandals, but I'm not certain I have any decent shoes that I want to wear in wet weather. I need to get my boots fixed.
