This is me opening my door to the rest of the world, so you can follow along on my little clothing design project.

And if you learn one thing only from reading my blog, I hope it is this:

Step one:
Remove the shoulder pads.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Never Buy an Olympus Camera

I am a little upset. Here is why:

My delightful little camera is practically brand new but has never worked right and for some reason the camera fixing people at Olympus cannot seem to find anything wrong with it whenever I try to send it in. Thats odd because as soon as I put brand new batteries in it, it says it is dead almost always. You practically have to stand on one leg with your fingers crossed while saying Hails Marys to get the stupid thing to take a picture.  And now today, in the heat of my blogging passion, as I go to upload all of my new photos, my camera decides to wipe out my memory card. Thank you Olympus and all the hard working men who work for them who have clearly tried their darnest to fix my camera, you have ruined my day.

So todays piece of advice is not in the form of fashion but tech related.

I could have used my boyfriends wonderful working camera had I not lost it a few months earlier in Vegas. I suck at life quite frequently. But don't worry I punish myself often enough to make up for my stupidity.

So you have to use your imagination on this one because I am sad to report, my BEFORE picture has been deleted. (pause for a moment of silence while you share my fury). All I can do is describe it to you. So sit back and close your eyes and do your best to imagine it. Ok, scratch that... open your eyes to read my description, THEN close them and pause for a few seconds to imagine. (are you having fun yet?)

Ok, I found it at an older ladies garage sale and it had giant shoulder pads in it and the waist band was almost down to my knees and could have clothed a few other people at the same time. I think she was quite a bit larger than me. It had a Golden Girls feel to it and looked like the perfect ensemble for an older lady to wear while attending a pot luck in the park. But I loved the fabric and color so I had to buy it.
Did you picture it??
This is killing me that I don't have the picture to share, but anyways, please act just as impressed when you see the AFTER as you would have had you gotten to see the BEFORE. Thank you for your support.

 I hope you like it. Thank you for playing the imagination game with me and have a good day.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

while shopping the bra racks at Goodwil...

I found this one at Goodwill one day during lunch with my friend Lauren. I noticed it peeking out behind row of old lady bras on the "gently used" lingerie rack...ha I know, some things are NOT meant to be used by more than one person. So I am pretty positive that this used to be a nightgown. Whatever its purpose in a previous life, it is now about to be my new dress.
Here is the part of this story where I almost ruined a great thing. So once I got it home I knew I needed to wash it first. Since I was still struggling to remove the smells out of a few other pieces, I figured I would consult google as to what to do. Google tells me to soak in water with dish soap then rinse in vinegar water. Sometimes my common sense decides to takes the day off and that is when I put all four dresses into the water to soak, bright red dress included. Several hours later when I go for the "rinse in vinegar" step, I realize that my used to be cream night gown is now tie dyed pink. Since I am a hippie at heart my first thought is "ya cool, I guess it'll be a tie dye dress". Then my common sense comes back and "what have I done... this was going to be perfect!" Ok, hate myself for 30 seconds, now time for action.
Usually a bad choice but once in a great while pulls through for you. This time, it pulled through, so now I have my pretty cream night gown back. whew!

I knew this would be very easy to convert because it was already really pretty as it was... just a little too night gown-ish. Nothing that can't be solved by taking some scissors and hacking the dress in half. There was a small tear in the side by the lacey sleeve, but I just sewed it a little and you could never tell. Here is the finished product.