McCall 6566 Fail, and a Me-Made-May Catch Up!
Yes, I have been sewing and not just playing the model! However, this is not a success:
It doesn’t look so bad from the front, but the back has a wrap opening that gapes if I move my shoulders an iota out of turn. You can see it here:
I made the small (8-10) since I’m in between a 10 and 12 in the bust and I knew the top had extra ease. However, I’m pretty sure I could easily fit into an extra small. On the other hand, the back detailing would probably drive me crazy one way or another, so I can honestly say don’t bother with View D. I may or may not try again with one of the other views.
Me-Made-May, Day 12
Top: David and Goliath
Bottoms: Bird Sh*t Skirt, New Look 6873 blogged about here
Socks: Hanes ankle
Shoes: Converse All-Star low with girly skulls
Me-Made-May, Day 14
Top: Threadless (www.threadless.com)
Bottoms: Me-made black shorts, McCall 6328 View F, blogged here
Socks: Hanes ankle
Shoes: Converse All-Star double tongue with studs
Me-Made-May, Day 15
Top: Plaid shirt is Target Mossimo, white t-shirt is H & M
Bottom: Me-made stewardess skirt, frankensteined from two different patterns, blogged here
Socks: Hanes crew
Shoes: Doc Martens 1460 8-eye boots
This was one of my “Oh crap, I have to get dressed,” outfits. I literally just threw it on this morning because it was cold, then hot then cold again. Typical May weather around here.
I haven’t done any Sci Fi Sunday/Monday reviews in a while because I’ve been catching up on other reading and watching. So far, I am on the second disc of Spartacus: Blood and Sand and I think I’m going to have to stop. I can deal with the violence, but the completely unrealistic blood spatter — hello, nobody loses that much blood and lives. Especially back then. Idiots. And there’s the really bad sex…as in, you’re painfully aware the actors are not actually having sex because the angle is all wrong and they’re moving too fast (am I the only person who complains about unrealistic sex in non-porn scenarios? Probably). I’m pretty sure Roman gladiators were not familiar with the expression, “bang him like a screen door in a hurricane,” but it seems unfortunately apt. Even so, I could probably handle all of that if not for THE ANGST. OMFG, THE ANGST. Everything is so intense that I think I might have a heart attack just from watching. I always finish an episode and want to lie down because I’m EXHAUSTED. I’m all for good quality drama, but some folks need to tone it down a bit.
So, what’s new with you, my chickadees?