Friday 26 August 2011


My first plan was to sew all this by hand..then I realized how much faster a sewing machine can do it..and how much other things I'd like to do..Soo I'm doing this non-authentically and a bit in the dark. Because even if I do want to explore this particular style, I'm a bit more Vanity Fair then Pride and Prejudges..and aside from looking seriously wrong in it, I'm making it in light purple. Fortunately for me, I do know someone much more suited to this! So we'll se how that turns out...

 

And also, here's my regency-collage!  

Tuesday 16 August 2011

My happy place..16th of august.

As we all know..(or hopefully know..) everyone is looking for the things, or that one thing they've never had. Seems like the desire to have just that overshadows all the thing we already have sometimes. And as some of you probably figured out a long time, to me that one thing is home. Maybe that's the very definition of a happy place..to find a place where you feel like home. 
But what if wherever I'd search that place is not to be found? Sometimes I wonder if my creativeness is mostly a desperate reach towards a world that I've lost. If there is any truth to reincarnation I certainly know where I would have been! (or liked to be)



I would be on the streets of my lookingbox..in 18th century London..in something like the dress I tried to make when I was only 13..with an arranged marriage and liberal view points..probably a secret libertine.









..Or more likely, it's the late 1800's and I'm an English emigrant in Paris. Gone from the wretchedness of the industrial revolutionary London and finding my bohemian identity in the streets of Montmartre..sewing by day, life and love at night.



So maybe..just maybe..I'm subconsciously making my self ready to go back to where I used to be..? 

my lovely sister putting on the long gone dress..

Everything was not better before..but it doesn't need to better to be home.
I think that scratched the surface enough for a blog like this.

Sunday 14 August 2011

Art night exhibition- time!

 
As I probably mentioned earlier I just had an exhibition. It's my 3rd year, but unlike the other years I had very little time to actually enjoy the Night of Arts..and no opportunity for pictures. Fortunately for me I have a picture-hungry friend who gets everything on (I'd want to say film..memorycard just doesn't really feel the same) photos! So all thanks to Fredrik!

 Now, embroidery and hand-stitching practise with theDevisWhore before, what I predict will be a painfully, early night. 
me and my pussy cat doll
But first, I want to squeeze in something to ponder (like I didn't already and found it awesome) for tonight:

"the one who loves only once is really the shallow people - - Faithfulness is to the emotional life what consistency is to the life of the intellect - simply a confession of failures. The passion of property is in it"

London, 1870's
That would be from the only non-fictional book I like (literally), the picture of Dorian Gray. Though I didn't really search through the book to get that right..It's in DorĂ©s London too..much easier! and that just gave me an excuse to squeeze in some pictures from that to! I'm really on fire today! or night..! It's all being fueld by the deep desire to not want to go to sleep. 

..jinxed my self there..I'm out now.










    



Thursday 11 August 2011

Severely annoyed at 5.15.

Just because there's really no one to listen to me at this time of night, I thought I'd just blog instead..you know..as opposed to spending another 3 hours regretting most of my decisions today and there for not sleeping and then completing the circle of making everything the very opposite of what I would like . Doesn't really matter how tired one is when the regret-insomnia hits.
But at least my exhibition this evening was (even though painfully unknown of) oh so cute! even if I only got some very crappy pictures of it during the short time I was there. And I was really happy to get so many volunteers in such a short time for my pictures. 
So now I just wonder how it all became so very anticlimactic..
 

..mind-5-ing Amanda in her sleep and feeling thankful for her never ending silverlining .

It is now 5.49 and my last hope for sleep is Jane Austin. Film, not book...

..lastly..I'm seriously amazed at how many times the spelling program needs to correct me today.


Saturday 6 August 2011

Red.



 
I have missed red..the colour red. It's my favourite, but with my previous hair colour wearing red seemed kind of tacky. (I didn't feel the need to seem more like a prostitute..if you know what I mean.) Now in my new ginger hair I'm back to red again!


Right now I'm trying to do some embroidery on my freshly squeezed red corset..I do mean now,just stopped like 2 minutes ago,still have sore fingers because I forgot my thimble again. Sooo..turns out symmetry is not my forte. But it's gonna have to do! I'm telling my self the vintage lace and such will draw the attention away and no one will notice. but here it is..in detail.



..and I DID feel so authentic and cooled out about it that I had to sepia-tint my self sewing at 4 in the morning. (that's my new chemise that I'm wearing by the way..made it yesterday to have with my new corset) 
And it's not weird...it's eccentric.