Dilatory

Being a graduating senior with no classes to take, I have been largely lounging around my house watching lots of netflix. I think I’ve seen every national geographic documentary ever made now. Pathetic, I know. But it’s been a hard 4 years of being snooty about my elite and prestigious education. I think I deserve a break.

Made me a lace skirt yo. I think a lace item is a must have for any wardrobe—you can wear it any time anywhere really. Except for during sporting events of course.

And now I’m tired. Must lay back and watch some more mindless television. I learned today that rich families go to seminars about “how to keep the wealth in the family”. Who knew? Gosh that must be such a burden.

As my last post hinted, my radio silence has been due to the graduate school interview season (just got back from Yale actually). I haven’t been up to much because of the travel and preparing for the upcoming fashion show, but here’s a peak at some things I made for the occasion. I am rather proud of the fact the self-made fraction of my closet has grown quite large.

Shirt resized from an old grandma top. Skirt made with wool left over from tie making. Such fabulous drape!

Gold is the color emperors because it is so divine. If I was in ancient china, I probably would be executed for daring to wear it.

I love upholstery fabric. The sheen of floral embroidery just adds that extra bit of shine and depth without being bling (unlike this year’s J.crew catalog).

It’s old lady and matronly, whatever. I like it and I’m going to wear it.

And yes. I feel not shame that this did indeed used to be some old fat lady’s curtains.

I also made a clutch with the same fabric; to be revealed at a later more mysterious date.

This skirt is one of those things that lags and agonizes for so long that you grow to stop liking it despite its general coolness. I started this back in oh…June. If you remember from here, it was my mother’s pants, then an upside-down dress, and now this.

Sometimes I have these intense pack rat tendencies and just can’t let things go…

I don’t know why I just couldn’t throw it out. It looks pretty hopeless to me. The whole deconstruction/reconstruction process was of kind of a drag since the novelty of working with the garment had vanished as this was the second time it came through the ordeal.

The fabric is a kind of strange elastic, but stiff twill weave. Tossing such an intriguing fabric would have be like throwing raisins out of raisin bran (I mean, who does that?)

While seemingly wearable, I don’t know if this one’s actually going to make it into the wardrobe….