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My name rhymes with "Lisa," I live in Midland, Texas, because it's warm and the mortgage is cheap, and of course this is my natural hair color. Of course! The EGE--The Ever-Gorgeous Earl--is my husband of 35 years. I have the best job in the world because I get to call up artists and ask them nosy questions and then write about them. I also stitch, podcast, blog, and then, in my spare time, do it all some more.

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Monday, November 21, 2011

More Remakes

I hope I haven't shown this stuff before. It's in a folder on my desktop, and everything in there is supposed to be stuff I haven't posted. I went back and ways and checked and couldn't find it, but if I've already shown you this, please just ignore it and go on about your lovely day. Sorry about that. I've given up worrying about my horrid memory. I set reminders for the stuff I HAVE to remember and try to ignore all the rest.

Anyway.

Not everything I alter turns out the way I want it to. Or, rather, it turns out the way I wanted it to, but I had no idea what that would look like. Or something--as I've said before, I cannot visualize things. Unlike some people, I can't think of something and see it in my head. I can't sketch something out, and I can't imagine what it will be like as if I'm seeing it in a photograph. I have talked to a lot of artists who can do that. I am not one of them. But then, I don't call myself an artist, either. I'm someone who makes stuff, and I'm someone who likes to do stuff to my clothes. For me, the outcome is always a surprise. All I can know beforehand is if it seems like it will be cool or not.

Here's something that wasn't. It was a cotton knit top, and I thought it was cool. I thought if I tacked down the facing on the front, using some kind of stitching, I'd love it.

I was mislead by the color. I stitched little x's there, and it looked like I thought it would--in a no-I-didn't-visualize-this kind of way. And I put it on and hated it:

It doesn't fit right through the chest, obviously. And it makes me look dumpy. If something makes *me* look dumpy, I know it has problems, because I am a lot of things, but I am not dumpy. I kept messing with it, trying to figure out what was wrong. It wasn't the size, although it looks like it in these photos. I don't know what it was, but it was one of the things that's been teaching me a valuable lesson: just because I like something a little bit because of, oh, *the color* or the fabric, and just because it's A Good Deal and I can afford to buy it and come home and start messing with it--all of that does NOT mean it's a good idea. It doesn't mean It's For Me, and it doesn't mean I should even THINK about bringing it home.

I'm getting better. I have walked away from a lot of cool stuff in the last couple weeks. I think I re-thrifted this. Or maybe I thought it was just a disaster and put it in the t-shirt bin for yardage. I don't remember. All I know is that it's not in the closets and not hanging around the studio--that's all I care about.

Here's something else I can't decide about. It was an ugly mustard-y green. Just hideous. I dyed it (believe it or not, it's much greener and less mustard-y than it was), and then I beaded along the lapel parts. (Good grief:  it's more of the Deer in the Headlight look from me.) And, obviously, I wouldn't wear it with a baggy pink t-shirt.


Now, I can't decide if I like it. I haven't worn it, but when I put it on, I can't resist it: it feels fabulous, and it looks good. I like the way it moves. So I'm still thinking about this one.

Here's something else I'm not sure about. I love the jacket--asymmetrical hem, heavy linen, Bryn Walker (I think I dyed it, but I can't remember--some of her stuff comes in fabulous colors that don't need any help from me at all). I beaded the front so the facing wouldn't flop around--I've told y'all how I hate that--and then I decided to go further and add some green glass leaf beads. Now I can't decide if I like that or if it takes the jacket to a whole nother place. I don't like things to look too polished and "precious," and I may have crossed my own line with this one. If so, I'll remove the leaves.


OK. That's all for now, but there may be more later--got to check the folder to see if I've shown you everything that's been photographed. And then, since school's out this week and The Photographer is at home, maybe I can get some more stuff shot and uploaded.

So what are you working on now that it's getting cold? I'll try to get some shots of the projects I've got lined up~~XO

4 comments:

Jude Ongley-Mowris said...

Oh dear Rice! That jacket is just perfect! I love the shape and the drape and the color and, yes, all the beads. Don't take any of them off. In fact, a few more would be nice. The world really needs more beads! Don't let us down!
(hey)Jude

Jeannie said...

You are so truthful, and I love that! I swear I am going to haunt every thrift store I can to find a Bryn Walker top. I love the style and shape. I like the beads and it looks beautiful on you. The green one might need some bolder beads/stitching? Or, use it in Melly's boro class! I have a thing about the way things feel. I have bought things that are out of character for me just because they felt so nice on. I am glad the orange top has left the building. Have a peaceful and creative week!

Suella said...

I agree about the leaf beads. Either take them off or add some more. I'd like some more personally, but that might not be you.

Zom said...

I LOVE all the refashion posts you have been putting up. I haven't had a chance to do any sewing. I have been sick then I just spent two days at a Portraiture Master Class (la de dah). Taking it, not teaching.

I will post the triangle thingies this week. Promise. Gawd, I forgot the name again.

Ooh I love the orange ruffley thing, but it isn't the right shape for you. Wrong colour for me, damn.
Now the mustard thing is a fabulous shape for you. But the colour... can you dye it again? Or is it just my monitor?
The linen thingie, well i like the beads too but I completely understand not be able to wear certain things that are too... something. For me it is too pretty.
That sounds ridicules.

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