The Slore Who Cried "Your idea is better than mine!"

Day 4 of Threads:

Today we endured 3 1/2 hours of mind-numbing presentations on research and conclusion. The assignment was to research something separate from textiles and pull inspiration from it. This is week three of the class so by now we all know the main themes of eachother's collections. I've been gabbing about doing "The Great Gatsby" for awhile and my research included not only reading the book, but also watching the 1974 movie and making notes of quotations, doodling ideas, etc. Point is, I'm knee deep in this shit and the pile is rising.

I walked into class and sat down with my goodies all ready to show everyone including my fabric selections, a video of the Charleston (a dance from the 20's incase you missed that), a vintage collar from a dress that was hand-beaded (thanks mom) and some other shenanigans. Much to my surprise, the first Yahoo/Slore who stands up and presents is like "I'm doing the 20's cocktail dresses with headbands because I'm a dirty, rotten, coniving, thief who doesn't have original ideas so I steal other peoples." Or something along those lines.

My only saving grace? Her fabric selection is prostitute-chic and her sewing skills are comparable to that of a one-armed mannequin: keep your fingers crossed people.

Joanne's: round one

Knowing that pretty soon here I'm going to be up to my eyeballs in fabric, I decided to brave the land of old ladies and overpriced sewing accessories...Joanne's. It's always a struggle to keep myself away from the soft fleece aisle but after about 30 minutes or so I had rounded up a nice little collection of bolts in my wagon. The line for the cutting counter wasn't too long so I wheeled on over and waited for my grand total which came to $65. Unfortunately for me I'm raking in a staggering $90 or so every two weeks so 65 isn't an appealing number. The woman refused to supply me with one of her golden tickets (50% off coupons) so naturally my next step was to run around the store like a headless chicken trying to find someone willing to surrender their coupon.

Plan B: ask the woman at the counter to honor it.

She gave me a whole long shpeal about whether it was a page of coupons or a cutout from a paper blah blah I don't know the hell she was getting at and after consolidating with all of her other fugly employees she refused to give it to me. At this point I was considering bargaining and telling her I would give her the extra 50% that I saved so she could use it on a new haircut that didn't completely resemble Fryer Tuck but I gave up and resorted to plan C...charge it to the credit card. Thanks Mom.

Threads

Day 1 of my blog, day 3 of class. For those of you who don't already know, I am currently enrolled in a class this spring entitled "threads." For the next three and a half months I'll be hunched over a sewing machine, developing scoliosis and losing my eyesight. The idea is that at the end of all of this patternmaking, seamstressness, and slave labor I will have designed and developed a collection of my own.

Thus far I have established that I'm going with a roaring twenties cocktail dress theme inspired by the "The Great Gatsby." My colours are a dusty rose, ecru, sapphire blue and slight variations of those. As I go through this process I'll keep everyone posted on what's happening.