Annoyances and a Poll

There are times when I love BurdaStyle. A website offering instance gratification pattern acquisition combined with an active community of knowledgeable members is a good thing.

Other times, I think they are drunk.

Today, I think they're drunk.

A few weeks ago, they put up a poll asking which of four patterns the community might like to do as a sewalong. Immediately, my eye was drawn to this gorgeous muted periwinkle motorcycle sewn up in a beautifully textured raw silk. Be still my damned heart. Look at that thing.

The other options were interesting enough but it was the moto jacket that spoke to me. I've never sewn a moto jacket before so the idea of a sewalong is just the thing to get a little procrastinist motivated. (It's a word now. Deal with it.) So I voted and I hoped and I prayed. And wonder of wonders, the sewing world agreed with me.

I eagerly awaited further details on when the sewalong would begin as I perused the internet for the perfect buttons and zippers to suit a posh shimmery linen that just so happened to fall into my lap.

Then came the post.

Then came the disappointment.

Then came the eye twitching.

Apparently, I am hella spoiled by the blogging world because when I hear sewalong, I hear free. When Burda hears sewalong, they hear Kah CHING!

I'm still making this damned jacket, people. I'm just not paying $19.99 to do so. Oh pattern included? No. The pattern is $5.99. Oh you're going to teach me to work with silk? Yeah, I already know how to do that, bud. Mostly because a slew of bloggers taught me, for free actually. Imagine that.

Boo on you, BurdaStyle. Booo on  yooooooooou!

Or maybe I'm spoiled. IDK.

Anyway, moving on to the poll section of this post. (I promise not to charge you when the results come in. Isn't that nice of me?)

What shall I sew next? I just made Pinky a slew of new things the last few weeks and I managed to sew up my first version of Sewaholic's newest pattern, The Belcarra blouse (blog post to come soon) so I'd like to take advantage of my sewing mojo while it's still flowing. Mostly because I should be cleaning. I'm always more successful at things when I'm supposed to be doing something else.

Shall I dive into the Motorcycle jacket? (Wait until you see this linen. You will die.)

Perhaps I should get it popping on the Caroline Doll project but starting on pinky's chemise, though I'd rather wait until the linen for my chemise arrives so I can do them both together.

Shift sewn by ECDCostume

Or should I stop being such a fraidy cat and bring my serger into submission via the very lovely Burda 7059? I have a rayon slub knit in a navy print that's begging to be worn to church on Sunday.

What say you?

Wearing O'The (Olive) Green

Of course I procrastinated again and have to cram in all of my St Pat's sewing into the next 12 hours. Smart cookie, I am. In my defense, I'm only putting together a simple tee for pinky and a circle skirt for myself. This means the sewing machine will decide it doesn't like me just before I hit the hem of my skirt and my serger will eat up my heart print fabric faster than a true Irisher tucks into a proper shepherd's pie.

Wish me luck!

In the meantime, here's my Sunday green.

The skirt is handmade by moi. The pattern has a rather deceptive name, Skirt with Front Pleats. There are actually no pleats involved, just two ovals cleverly split before attaching it to a yoked waist, giving it these lovely soft folds. I made it from a poly charmeuse acquired from Fabric.com. The waistband is lightly interfaced and the bottom is finished with a simple rolled hem. It floats nicely around your legs as you walk but mind you, you'll want to be careful on breezy days, lest you give the whole world a nice view of your spanx. 

Billowy!

I just realized that even though I've lived in this house more than six months, this is the first OOTD I've taken here. I really have to work on the positioning. Having my son stand on the stoop and take the pic results in me looking shorter and wider than I actually am. But my dog loves me just the way I am.

Actually, she just loves my lip gloss. Every time I wear it, she tries in vain to eat my face.

She's lucky she's cute.