|Fashion show entry, The Velveteen Rabbit|
I made this Velveteen Floral Bustier and gave it the name “The Velveteen Rabbit” from a children’s story about that age old wish that most stuffed animals in children’s storybooks wish for…real life. This rabbit, at the time this picture was taken, had not been finished, thus, it was not REAL.
Well, here you see my model trying on the outfit before completion and the fashion show. So the hem is still stringy. My goodness it sure looks good on her… I wish I would have made it in my own size. However, in design school you are required to make all things to the size specifications given by the instructor. This makes it easier to find models. (Whatever!) This is why I am not a designer in that since. When I sew, I want it to fit me!!! Waste not want not, right. I can be my own living, breathing, walking fashion show. “Laugh Out Loud” NOW!!! HeHe.
|Dior Flowers done in organza.|
The flowers took some long hours to hand stitch and shape into the roseduds and blooms that I hand stitched to the very thick velveteen. The flowers are not real in the since of natures way, but they are real to me, after all, my blood went into them. The garment hasn’t really come to life, or has it? When do things become real? Is it when it is posted online for all to see? I often wonder like the Rabbit. Is my stuff real if I don’t enter it into a fashion show, or put it online for all to see?
“What is REAL?” asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. “Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?”
“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.”
“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.
“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”
“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”
“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”
“I suppose you are real?” said the Rabbit. And then he wished he had not said it, for he thought the Skin Horse might be sensitive. But the Skin Horse only smiled.
Because this dress is so real to me, I love it, I don’t want to loose it, and thus, this explains why I have not sold it to anyone. Yes, there have been many young ladies who have asked that I sell the outfit to them for prom or party or whatever, but NO! I say, it is my toy!!! And it if REAL to me! This is why I am not a designer in that since. I want to keep all the toys I birth, I want to love them now and in the future. If I birth a garment for someone, it must be something that they feel strongly about, something they would cherish for ages to come. That is the absolute sentimentality of it all. I am a sentimental type of OCD kind of perfectionist person. I REALLY don’t need to sell what I design and sew in order for me to feel like a REAL designer.
Details for you to see how much REAL fun I had….
The skirt was made with the same velveteen as contrast to the really smooth and shiny cotton sateen. The pattern used for the skirt was a Rachel Comey design, for Vogue patterns. (Vogue1170). And of course, there is the fancy trim that I have no recollect of what it is or where I got it, so don’t ask. Lol
The beauty that I see when I look at something I created is deeply comforting and ethereally satisfying. I love what I do, I love all things creative. You all must forgive me, but this is a deep desire for anyone that designs and sews. There is that feeling of satisfaction and endless joy gained from the pursuit of that final garment we create with our own hands. Am I right??? Please tell me there are more of us out there than this small monitor or glimpse of the blogisphere can reveal to me. Talk to me people.
The details are always fun to share. I do it because I know how much I appreciate seeing the how well worked a seam or sewn detail is completed by my fellow sewing person. (some say sewist and some say sewer) Whatever.
As for sewing with the velveteen against the slippery sateen, it was murderous to say the least. And ironing and pressing is to be done on the velveteen using a velvet pressing board.
BTW…the skirt hem is actually finished with a band sewn to the inside and then flipped out to the right side and stitched down using a top-stitch thread.