But, I have 11 weeks until the trip and I know that is going to fly by.
11 weeks is not too bad, but in sewing terms it's really not long at all. Not when real life tries to get in the way. Um hello life, sorry, but I'd rather lock myself away in my spare room and sew. I'll see daylight and people when I am done.
Come July, I might look like this:
But who doesn't love Gary Oldman as Dracula? My fav Drac of all time.
This is Gary in true Dracula hotness. I'd give him my neck willingly
and curl his hair everyday.
How do I get distracted by my fantasy boyfriends so quickly? Back to matters in hand. Yes, 11 weeks. Unfortunately I don't have any finished garments right now as I am knee-deep in pattern drafting, tracing, muslins...you name it, all the fun stuff.
Almost finished is the 'Jungle Room' pencil skirt from some remnant material Mr Szabo picked out in Rolls and Rems - I'm just waiting for some cotton lawn to line it with. The fabric is lovely but ever so slightly sheer and also quite thin. I think the lawn will give it some support when I am up to no good in Graceland. The tie waist blouse is remaining cold and aloof. I am just not yet happy with the muslin and the notched/rever collar is proving to be an asshole. So knowing I have 11 weeks, I'll put that in my WIP pile (I have new shelves and this is banished to the top!) and think of it as a challenging little puzzle to sort out in my spare moments. (I am convincing myself here of a bright positive side).
Tonight I traced the Laurel pattern. It will be my first. Thought I might as well jump on the bandwagon and I have some great fabric from Mood, which will be perfect for it. If all goes well, it will be renamed as the "It Happened at the World's Fair' dress. Yep...everything from now on will be Elvis themed. Of course, right?
I also cut my Vogue trench coat pattern in some cheap curtain lining I got hold of. This pattern is not necessarily for the trip, but it's something I have wanted in my wardrobe for a long time. However, whether it will be made this side of the summer is anyone's guess, although living in England there will be plenty of time to wear it.
I better go, Gary Drac needs a pint of blood and Elvis now wants a milkshake. Seriously, these men in my head are so demanding!