I really do mean to make more clothing, or at least something of a textile nature, but that takes.. effort. And planning.. and measuring and all kinds of shit like that. Sometimes I can't imagine I picked this for my major at one point. General biology is less work than the classes I had to take in fashion design.
Fighting the lace demons
Not to say making jewelry is totally easy, but when your sewing machine is old enough to be your grandmother, it makes the whole process interesting. The machine very frequently tries to eat my thread, and I've had to sew the same seam about five times on one test piece I was working on. Not my idea of a good time.
The one piece I have in my shop was handsewn, and even though it wasn't a long or arduous process, I'm not about to do it again. So that leaves the machine. The cranky old machine that has trouble winding bobbins because the rubber seals on the bobbin winder are cracked or missing.. but I still love it. Despite its cranky demeanor, it's a workhorse, a gorgeous antique, and for fuck's sake, it was $20. Including the desk.
I think I can learn to deal with its quirks.
This machine would kill you in your sleep if it could remember where it was.
On the same day we scored the sewing machine, Jesse and I also scored some creepy wire-frame mannequins for $30 each. There was one male and one female, and despite having nearly the same bust and shoulder measurements I do, this woman has no hips. It's like they fell off or something. Maybe she just needs to eat a mannequin burrito.. or a mannequin BBLT.
We named them Charles and Victoria.. because it sounds creepy.