Sewed it, wore it, photographed it, went home and took it off and hung it up in the wardrobe, now I'm blogging about it, full throttle no holds barred.
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I never get any better at putting in invisible zips and this one was a particular bitch: I machine sewed it in and it wouldn't close, so I unpicked that and handsewed it instead, then it broke while I was pulling it closed, so I pickstitched in a normal dress zip instead - less than ideal visually and I am always afeared that a hand-picked zip will break much easier than one sewn by machine, despite ample evidence to the contrary, even under pressure. And there is quite a bit of pressure on the zip in this skirt because it is so "fitted" that it is quite an interesting exercise to sit down it it and I can only walk up stairs if I think carefully about how it's done. That's alright though because it will loosen up from being worn.
Cool pictorial effects are possible in the ARM Architecture-designed bathroom at work. This photo was inspired by you know who and also the use made of you know who's picture by you know who - the other one - him with the beard.
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A pity that my photograph is so comparatively boring but believe me, it could very easily have been a great deal boringer. The green of this skirt, the girliness of its shape, and above all the polka-dottedness of it represent a very tentative and exploratory revisiting of how I used to dress myself back in the days before a lot of water went under the bridge. Here is a sample description of how that all used to go down, quoted verbatim from a blog post dated 17 November 2006:
I am wearing a home-made copy of a short-puffy-sleeved girly blouse that I saw for sale in Cue some weeks ago. It is pale olive with pink jasmine printed on it. Under that I am wearing my Achewood Great Outdoor Fight t-shirt. Over both there is a cardigan the colour of melted caramel icecream onto which is pinned a homemade brooch with a cat on it and a 1930s "Wattle Day For Children" badge.
I am also wearing a homemade brown skirt with lime green and pink checks, mauve tights, and red shoes which could do with a clean. I am also wearing a bit too much makeup.
Won't be going back there (although I still possess, and wear, the t-shirt, and the Wattle Day badge - the latter item is super excellent for trolling certain members of the collections staff at work, who as a rule are of the opinion that objects like that should be in climate-controlled glass boxes) but the colourfulness and the do-not-give-a-shitness, I think, I want back in my sartorial life. I renounced these things during the saddest part of the unblogged phase, when therapy was a different sort of necessity to what it is now. I was passing
Alpha 60 in Flinders Lane one day and in the window I saw the coat and shoes my doctor had been wearing last time I'd seen her. Somehow this discovery transmuted into a conviction that I should dress myself, if not as much like her as possible, at least in a style that she would approve of. Transference made me so pathetic that the nose-phone-controls image really kind of pales into insignificance. So I filled up my wardrobe with garments of the asymmetrical neutrally coloured variety, and I'm only just finding my way out of that condition now. I did tell you there was a lot still to be said about the green skirt, and now I've said it. Good night.
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