As you may have guessed - I like to wear costumes. I like to design them, I like to plan them, I like to make them (mostly), and I like to wear them on appropriate - and inappropriate - occasions. It is How I Roll. And here is how I rolled last weekend at the Chippewa Valley Ren Faire:
Please excuse the wrinkled skirt. My power went out the morning of the Faire, and thus, so did my iron. Sigh. Normally I would have pressed IN the pleats and pressed OUT the fold lines. I also need to shorten the hem - the underlying farthingale (hoop skirt thing) isn't too short, the skirt is just too long (I kept stomping on it with my stompy boots). I'll eventually add a boat-load of trim, too. Also, also, the hat looks wonky because the band that holds it on my head done broke.
Here I am, trying to give good My Space Face, as one does in period clothing:
And in true Wench Posse (the name of my costuming group - we are a sassy lot) fashion, Too Much Rawk For One Hand:
Doublet style bodice - pattern by Margo Anderson, cut out by me, sewn by my bestie, Laura, hand-sewn by me.
Partlett (the white, froofy shirt) - pattern by Laura, cut out by me, sewn by Laura, hand-sewn by me.
Pleated skirt - cut out by me, pleated and sewn by Laura. Eventual changes, will be done by me.
Basket - JoAnn Fabrics. Yes, I carry a basket. DEAL WITH IT.
Hat - La Paloma by way of my buddy, Ashley. Trimmed by me.
Snood type thing - sewn by me.
Excessive jewels - gifts from my peeps, and teeny-bopper stores.
Note a theme here? Laura sews, I cut out. We play to our strengths, and I have mad cutting skillz, yo. Also, I am a slow sewer, so Laura whipped this out for me in two hours. She is a pro, peeps. Don't worry, I repaid her fine work by drafting up a pattern, and cutting out a dress for her:
So I'm not a total lazy slacker, I promise.