Fantasy Authenticity
Sep. 21st, 2011 08:15 pmUsing the Emergency Backup Sewing Machine lately, and it seems to work fairly well! Dig: Daja’s got a nice new outfit!

There is no place in my house with good lighting. NONE.
I tried to base this one more closely on Daja’s native Trader clothes as described in the beginning of The Will of the Empress: tunic and leggings cut from the same cloth. I did have to guess on some things—the peasant blouse style for the top and the corded belt were my own additions.
Also, y’all, I made pants! Yes, I’m getting better at them, but every single time I make a pair I am desperately pleased with myself. Somehow they are way scarier than tops.
Also, it turns out that peasant blouses are the most fun things ever to sew. And that fabric is great—I swear, I’m going back to Dumb JoAnn’s to get enough to make me a peasant blouse like that.* And, well I’m gonna look for more good material for another Trader outfit for Daja. That was too darn much fun.
*I’m so used to sewing doll clothes that whenever I sew something people-sized, I panic about a fourth of the way through any seam. “WHERE IS THE END OF THIS THING OH GOD.”

There is no place in my house with good lighting. NONE.
I tried to base this one more closely on Daja’s native Trader clothes as described in the beginning of The Will of the Empress: tunic and leggings cut from the same cloth. I did have to guess on some things—the peasant blouse style for the top and the corded belt were my own additions.
Also, y’all, I made pants! Yes, I’m getting better at them, but every single time I make a pair I am desperately pleased with myself. Somehow they are way scarier than tops.
Also, it turns out that peasant blouses are the most fun things ever to sew. And that fabric is great—I swear, I’m going back to Dumb JoAnn’s to get enough to make me a peasant blouse like that.* And, well I’m gonna look for more good material for another Trader outfit for Daja. That was too darn much fun.
*I’m so used to sewing doll clothes that whenever I sew something people-sized, I panic about a fourth of the way through any seam. “WHERE IS THE END OF THIS THING OH GOD.”