|Cloe demonstrates the America's Next Top Model "hailing a taxi" pose.|
|Hallelujah! It took a month, but I finally have clothes.|
Here is the gore in the process of being installed. The jeans are edged with bias tape -- fastened with fabric glue, which is still drying at this stage -- because I really hated my hemming job and several tries at redoing it did not make it better.
|Just. Keep. Improvising.|
|Behold! The gore.|
The elastic has a tendency to be awkwardly bulky. I'd considered trying non-elasticized jeans (Pin), but wasn't feeling very confident with building a sloper or adapting to the "taller Bratz" body type.
|Do you think I should get my navel pierced?|
The plan for the jacket was to look sort of like a team windbreaker, only without involving sewing on anything slippery. This required contrasting sleeves and... using a pattern. An actual pattern. From a pattern envelope.
But, to stay within my comfort zone of Never Following the Instructions, the pattern was missing a key piece that I had to figure out how to cut by extrapolating from the non-missing pieces. Then it turned out to all be too way wide across the back, so I ran a seam up the back and figured it'd just have to flare. We got gores... we got darts... the only thing we're missing is gussets.
|Heading for 80 mph.|
Ynez and Shira are envious that Cloe now has real clothes and can go places other than comic stores without being stared at.
|It's just a jacket, Ynez. I'm sure you'll eventually get one, too.|
|I'm so relieved we're not wearing the same dress! Also...|
|Oh, Chery! Our gears... roll on... roll on...|