Friends, you don't need a degree in fashion history to know that what we choose to wear on our bodies expresses how we want to appear to others.
Therefore, it should come as no surprise to sophisticated MPBfollowers -- and really, is there any other kind? -- that if clothing's primary purpose is to keep us from freezing to death, its secondary purpose is to make the parts of our bodies we want to appear smaller, smaller, and the parts we want to look bigger, bigger. Can we agree on this?
First, friends, let me just say that I haven't watched the Oscars, otherwise known as The Academy Awards, in more than a decade. I don't care anymore, now that the big stars are gone, plus I never go to the movies anyway. It's that simple.
What I do do, however, is follow Oscars fashion, which requires no more investment than a minute and a half on one of those brain-dead sites like the Yahoo.com homepage the following morning. Add a few sewing/fashion blogs and your research is done.
In 1970 he invented a 100% polyester, machine-washable, suede-like microfiber fabric that went on to define an often-derided decade of fashion. Indeed, who can talk about Seventies style without mentioning ultrasuede (or rather, Ultrasuede)?
Friends, they say, in Hollywood, you always want to finish ahead of schedule and under budget.
That's why I am so excited to announce that Cathy's latest photo shoot is done, one day early! Who knew Cathy would be enjoying a glamorous Friday night out at the theater, as Michael had an extra ticket and I wasn't feeling up to going out?
Friends, they say all good things must come to an end, but honestly, I could keep working on this coat forever. And not because it's such a treat, but rather because there is an endless amount of finishing work to be done on a garment like this.
First the big news. For the first time in my life I have no land line telephone service (and no 212 area code). Since both Michael and I have cell phones, and now that we have cable Internet (we needed the land line for our lousy DSL), we decided to turn it off. Since I rarely received calls on my land line anymore, it doesn't feel very different, but the event does warrant memorializing, don't you think?
Friends, if you're like me you have poor impulse control. That's why I'm just going to go ahead and show you how my faux fur Seventies coat looked earlier today, right after I performed the "turn of the cloth" (flipping the facings to the front), revealing my very understated feral cat lapels and collar.
Friends, the coat is coming along. I cut all my shaggy white fur (sheared pink rabbit, for want of a better name) today: fronts, backs and sleeves. Wanna see one of my sleeves -- undersleeve and oversleeve -- all sewn up?
Friends, if you've been reading MPB for more than a year, you probably know that my vintage Pfaff 30, which I found at the end of 2010 on Craigslist and bought from a Broadway actress (whose mother had purchased it new) was one of my most treasured sewing machine finds.
I'm a native New Yorker and self-taught sewing fanatic! I've been sewing obsessively since 2009 and today make all my own clothes using mostly vintage patterns and vintage sewing machines. Welcome to the warm and whimsical world of Male Pattern Boldness, where the conversation is sewing, style, fashion, fabric, and more!