Cooler than You: Stupid Things I Say and Do

Yes, I said it.  A coat from hell.  Fucking hell. Let's see . . . two months ago I did a muslin.  Upon said muslin, that I will not show you as it was a tatty old sheet and flower placements enhanced my rear, chest, and well . . . for a mulsin it was even ugly.  Kind of looked like Rainbow Bright procreated with Barney. Back to the coat story, shall we.  Two months ago a muslin was made.  Two months later I dove in, after sketching and planning, testing some squares, and . . . I cut into the houndstooth. That's purple silk charmeuse to line it.  China silk to underline it.  Weft fusible interfacing and horsehair rounds it out. Begin to see a pattern here? This, this, is one of those coats you plot and plan as it's gonna be nothing short of whole paycheck.  Though, in theory it is a whole paycheck to, well, last until the day you die. Some pretty stuff . . . eh? The pearl cotton thread is there, but it wasn't used . . . I was, at on...

Once upon a time there was a girl who loved fall, blazers, jeans, and boots. Yea, me.  Blazer, boots . . . skirts and jeans.  All fall, winter, and spring long.  Fall especially  as they stun afainst the blissful fiery backdrop . . . also known as the ghetto end of my block. Along came my pattern stash and some leftover wool from that failed coat of last year.  Fail, you say? Eh, look at the overly puffy sleeves that cave in? And fail, for sure, as I tried her one and OMG just put me in a bonnet, give me a wicker basket, and off to the prairie I go.  Last year she fit.  This year she's atrocious and big. McCalls 5188 came on que.  I plotted this one, using my tailoring guide, making notes . . . I drafted the muslin. Here I need to note that a muslin is a piece you make to find the fit.  Muslin are not clothes you wear, unless you make them from clothing fabric as a "wearable muslin." I usual...

So, I'm the type of gal to wear pearls with blue jeans.  Yes, that is true.  Really, if you've read anything on here then it shouldn't be a shock.  Thus, my saying I made a Jackie O style coat . . . well, before you raise your eyebrow and say "Hey, that ain't what you normally wear," remember the pearls and jeans.   Thus, I made a Jackie O.  And I wore it with jeans.  Faded, should be retired, jeans.  And Converse kicks.  And a wool knit tee.   Yea. I redefine classy.   That was me on an Instagram shot.  Snazzy, I know.   I mean, look at that . . . isn't she a beauty? That coat, fits like a dream.  Of course, I wore it open all day as it was almost too warm for it . . . but it being NYC and fall, well . . . yea, coat one minute, the next half naked.  Repeat all day.   My hair decided to go '90s retro and pretend my grunge days of Nirvana love were in town.  Ignore the unruly man...