So, I've only just woken up and its 11.30. Gotta say I LOVE not having any schoolwork to complete this weekend.
So today, continuing with my dressfest.
Gonna use the checked shirting fabric I brought a couple of weeks back and attempt to make something with long sleeves for the first time! If that fails, or I decide it looks shit, gonna go for cap sleeves I think.
Decided to post all pictures of finished clothes until the last day, then it'll look more impressive all put together..
Yesterday I didn't geet a chance to blog, but I did make a dress!
Got a goood week ahead planned. Many things planned, very much drinking involved and finally going to see this;
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Thursday, November 26, 2009
The 4-day Dress Fest
I have no schoolwork to do for 4 days, therefore I am declaring the 26th November- 1st December, my own personal Dress Fest.
Four days, four outfits, for four occasions.
Keeping within my new budget living status, I'm not going to buy any new fabric, but use up all the fabric I've gathered over the year.
So, for the first day, I'm making my a-mazing denim skirt idea. Using bleached denim fabric we had hidden in a cupboard. Still deciding on what to make to go with it. I'm thinking an ozersized t-shirt kinda top, with an image stitched on using different fabrics. But I'm not sure about that.
I'm also not sure about the skirt, I have the design and main pieces made, I'm just not sure whether to make it a high-waisted skirt like I usually wear, or to leave it short and mini..
Anyway, this is it so far:
Fairy-gardenesque denim skirt. Still has some pins in, but slowly getting there.
I'll post pictures of the finished outfit either later tonight or tomorrow, depends when I'm done.
Four days, four outfits, for four occasions.
Keeping within my new budget living status, I'm not going to buy any new fabric, but use up all the fabric I've gathered over the year.
So, for the first day, I'm making my a-mazing denim skirt idea. Using bleached denim fabric we had hidden in a cupboard. Still deciding on what to make to go with it. I'm thinking an ozersized t-shirt kinda top, with an image stitched on using different fabrics. But I'm not sure about that.
I'm also not sure about the skirt, I have the design and main pieces made, I'm just not sure whether to make it a high-waisted skirt like I usually wear, or to leave it short and mini..
Anyway, this is it so far:
Fairy-gardenesque denim skirt. Still has some pins in, but slowly getting there.
I'll post pictures of the finished outfit either later tonight or tomorrow, depends when I'm done.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Saturday, November 21, 2009
modlove
This necklace and clutch bag are just to cute to put into words.
This one is one of their one-off vintage pieces.
Already sold when I saw it, sadly.
Most of the things are, but they only put up 1 new vintage piece a day, so you have to be quick.
Words cannot describe how much I want all of this.
Please someone, please.
All can be found on www.modcloth.com
Please. Make a carebear happy.
This one is one of their one-off vintage pieces.
Already sold when I saw it, sadly.
Most of the things are, but they only put up 1 new vintage piece a day, so you have to be quick.
Words cannot describe how much I want all of this.
Please someone, please.
All can be found on www.modcloth.com
Please. Make a carebear happy.
Friday, November 20, 2009
Retiring from Shopaholism
From now on, this is a budget blog.
I'm suddenly absoloutely terrified about university, so I'm preparing myself.
It's a well known fact, i shop alot. And i mean ALOT.
So i'm cutting back.
The first step; admitting i have a problem.
The second step; creating myself a budget
The third step; actually starting the budget.
I think I can achieve it.
I have around £150 coming in every month, depending how many hours I work.
Out of that £150 each month, I don't have anything i HAVE to buy.
Therefore, I won't...
Well, the plan is to limit myself to £20 a month for going out and any essential I need like make-up.
I'm going to limit myself to going out only 2 friday nights a month. I can still do free things the other nights.
If I have a need or want, to make something, then I will only buy the fabric I need and not buy whatever I see that I think looks pretty.
I will only buy credit every 2 months. Must be made to last.
I will take food to sixth form, instead of buying.
And finally, I don't think it's fair to completely deprive myself of clothes.
But I will cut back from purchasing every week, to every other month.
With a maximum of £20, (not included in my £20 budget of that month)
Therefore by the time I go to university, I will have saved around £1000, which will cover about 2 months of living costs etc.
I think that's manageable..
So this is my declaration to stick to my budget.
If not, I don't have much hope at university..
GO AWAY TOPSHOP. :(
I'm suddenly absoloutely terrified about university, so I'm preparing myself.
It's a well known fact, i shop alot. And i mean ALOT.
So i'm cutting back.
The first step; admitting i have a problem.
The second step; creating myself a budget
The third step; actually starting the budget.
I think I can achieve it.
I have around £150 coming in every month, depending how many hours I work.
Out of that £150 each month, I don't have anything i HAVE to buy.
Therefore, I won't...
Well, the plan is to limit myself to £20 a month for going out and any essential I need like make-up.
I'm going to limit myself to going out only 2 friday nights a month. I can still do free things the other nights.
If I have a need or want, to make something, then I will only buy the fabric I need and not buy whatever I see that I think looks pretty.
I will only buy credit every 2 months. Must be made to last.
I will take food to sixth form, instead of buying.
And finally, I don't think it's fair to completely deprive myself of clothes.
But I will cut back from purchasing every week, to every other month.
With a maximum of £20, (not included in my £20 budget of that month)
Therefore by the time I go to university, I will have saved around £1000, which will cover about 2 months of living costs etc.
I think that's manageable..
So this is my declaration to stick to my budget.
If not, I don't have much hope at university..
GO AWAY TOPSHOP. :(
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Third time lucky
Ok, now my inspiration has officially returned. I'm on a roll, seriously, just look at this, 3 blogs in 1 day. Oh, and this:
2 posts in one day, (kathy-jane singer you're gonna be so proud)
Anyway, for my textiles project I'm researching into womens changing role in society and now moving onto look at womens suffrage and liberation. So things like the mini-skirt and corsetry.
Gotta say, it's making me a feminist.
I found the "Guide to Being the Perfect Wife"
Prepare the children. Take a few minutes to wash the children's hands and faces (if they are small), comb their hair and, if necessary, change their clothes. Well, at least untie them and let them out of the broom closet... They are little treasures and he would like to see them playing the part. Minimize all noise. At the time of his arrival, eliminate all noise of the washer, dryer or vacuum. Try to encourage the children to be quiet.
Be happy to see him.
Greet him with a warm smile and show sincerity in your desire to please him.
Listen to him. You may have a dozen important things to tell him, but the moment of his arrival is not the time. Come on, give the guy a few minutes to relax already! Let him talk first - remember his topics of conversation are more important that yours.
Make the evening his. Never complain if he comes home late or goes out to dinner, or other places of entertainment without you. Instead, try to understand his world of strain and pressure and his very real need to be at home and relax.
Your goal: Try to make sure your home is a place of peace, order and tranquillity where your husband can renew himself in body and spirit.
Don't greet him with complaints and problems.
Don't complain if he's late home for dinner or even if he stays out all night. count this as minor compared to what he might have gone through that day.
Make him comfortable. Have him lean back in a comfortable chair or have him lie down in the bedroom. Have a cool or warm drink ready for him.
Arrange his pillow and offer to take off his shoes. Speak in a low, soothing and pleasant voice.
Don't ask him questions about his actions or question his judgment or integrity. Remember he is the master of the house and as such will always excercise his will with fairness and truthfulness.
A good wife always knows her place.
I like 1950's clothing.
I do NOT like 1950's men.
girl power, ftw.
Anyway, for my textiles project I'm researching into womens changing role in society and now moving onto look at womens suffrage and liberation. So things like the mini-skirt and corsetry.
Gotta say, it's making me a feminist.
I found the "Guide to Being the Perfect Wife"
Prepare the children. Take a few minutes to wash the children's hands and faces (if they are small), comb their hair and, if necessary, change their clothes. Well, at least untie them and let them out of the broom closet... They are little treasures and he would like to see them playing the part. Minimize all noise. At the time of his arrival, eliminate all noise of the washer, dryer or vacuum. Try to encourage the children to be quiet.
Be happy to see him.
Greet him with a warm smile and show sincerity in your desire to please him.
Listen to him. You may have a dozen important things to tell him, but the moment of his arrival is not the time. Come on, give the guy a few minutes to relax already! Let him talk first - remember his topics of conversation are more important that yours.
Make the evening his. Never complain if he comes home late or goes out to dinner, or other places of entertainment without you. Instead, try to understand his world of strain and pressure and his very real need to be at home and relax.
Your goal: Try to make sure your home is a place of peace, order and tranquillity where your husband can renew himself in body and spirit.
Don't greet him with complaints and problems.
Don't complain if he's late home for dinner or even if he stays out all night. count this as minor compared to what he might have gone through that day.
Make him comfortable. Have him lean back in a comfortable chair or have him lie down in the bedroom. Have a cool or warm drink ready for him.
Arrange his pillow and offer to take off his shoes. Speak in a low, soothing and pleasant voice.
Don't ask him questions about his actions or question his judgment or integrity. Remember he is the master of the house and as such will always excercise his will with fairness and truthfulness.
A good wife always knows her place.
I like 1950's clothing.
I do NOT like 1950's men.
girl power, ftw.
future
I'm in one of those really thoughtful moods, so this is going to be a long essay post I'm afraid.
I realised I've never actually written on here what I want to do or why. I said I want to go to University to study Fashion. But never exactly what.
So, I don't want to just design and make clothes. I don't want to do just one thing in fashion. I want to start something new. A new company. I don't want to have a huge designer label like Chanel or Gucci. I love them, but I think they don't seem to have any values or faces. I want people to know who I am and what I'm about. I want them to see that I'm gonna fuck up, and how I move on from that. How I don't want to be one of those who tells girls if they don't fit into a size 8 dress, then they're fat, or they're ugly. I want to share my career, I want it to be bloody crazy and controversial. I don't want to have to sit all the famous celebrities on the front row at my show, just because they want publicity. I want people I care about to sit there. Who says I can't, right?
I want to manage the promotion, marketing and every aspect of running the business. I want to be in complete control, I don't want someone telling me what to do or putting their name on my clothes. I don't care if I have to keep waitressing on the side, or I only ever have 10 customers through my life. I'll still be making clothes, and that's what makes me happy.
I want it to been seen as honest, kinda pure in a way. I have this image of all the photographs being shot in a field, with the models all together dancing and laughing. In a field. I don't know why a field, I just always associate them with freedom. They'd be happy photographs. Honest. No pouting or frowning models that look like they will kill you.
I want it to be like an exclusive club. Only one of every dress will ever be made. Completely original.
I want to have a fashion show, not just a basic one with models walking up and down the catwalk pouting. But a proper show. I want something that's going to show the meaning behind my dresses, how they're created to live moments and have happy memories in. They're flirty and romantic, each with pleats and ruffles and chiffon fabric, almost dreamy and fairytale like, especially the floaty ball/ evening dresses I've made.
So I can imagine an outside fashion show. In the middle of a field, just as it's about to hit sundown when the lights fading and everythings kinda yellow and aged (It always looks yellow to me at that time). Then have a canapy with fairy lights and hundreds of flowers wrapped around, with some hanging down over the catwalk. The actual catwalk would be plain white. Then the fairy lights could flash slightly in beat to the usic before the models come out, then have really cheerful music, the kind that makes people want to stand up and dance.
Then the models won't be little sticks. They'll be normal people, with flowy hair. And they won't pout. They can smile, they can do what they want. There wouldn't be an order, there wouldn't be structure. Models would just go. Improvise. Dance, sing. Whatever they felt in that outfit.
It'd be chaos. It'd be a mess and most likely ruin my career.
But my dresses are improvised, they have no plan.
So that's how they should be shown.
If after it all, in some ridiculous situation I was offered a job at a fashion house or for some big store. I don't think I'd take it. Maybe my opinion will change in a few years. But even if it meant a lot more money. I wouldn't. I think I'd loose my views, kinda loose who I am. It would be amazing to be offered something like that. But I want to make it by myself. I want to live in a little house in oxford centre, I want to have a life aswell as a fashion career.
So that's why I do all this. Why I live in chaos and wilingly put myself through the stress of making dresses for myself and other people.
Not because I want to be just a fashion designer, or pattern cutter or stylist.
But because I want a fashion business, that people will talk about and say 'what the fuck'. Or maybe they'll say 'wow'?
Who knows.
Anything can happen.
I realised I've never actually written on here what I want to do or why. I said I want to go to University to study Fashion. But never exactly what.
So, I don't want to just design and make clothes. I don't want to do just one thing in fashion. I want to start something new. A new company. I don't want to have a huge designer label like Chanel or Gucci. I love them, but I think they don't seem to have any values or faces. I want people to know who I am and what I'm about. I want them to see that I'm gonna fuck up, and how I move on from that. How I don't want to be one of those who tells girls if they don't fit into a size 8 dress, then they're fat, or they're ugly. I want to share my career, I want it to be bloody crazy and controversial. I don't want to have to sit all the famous celebrities on the front row at my show, just because they want publicity. I want people I care about to sit there. Who says I can't, right?
I want to manage the promotion, marketing and every aspect of running the business. I want to be in complete control, I don't want someone telling me what to do or putting their name on my clothes. I don't care if I have to keep waitressing on the side, or I only ever have 10 customers through my life. I'll still be making clothes, and that's what makes me happy.
I want it to been seen as honest, kinda pure in a way. I have this image of all the photographs being shot in a field, with the models all together dancing and laughing. In a field. I don't know why a field, I just always associate them with freedom. They'd be happy photographs. Honest. No pouting or frowning models that look like they will kill you.
I want it to be like an exclusive club. Only one of every dress will ever be made. Completely original.
I want to have a fashion show, not just a basic one with models walking up and down the catwalk pouting. But a proper show. I want something that's going to show the meaning behind my dresses, how they're created to live moments and have happy memories in. They're flirty and romantic, each with pleats and ruffles and chiffon fabric, almost dreamy and fairytale like, especially the floaty ball/ evening dresses I've made.
So I can imagine an outside fashion show. In the middle of a field, just as it's about to hit sundown when the lights fading and everythings kinda yellow and aged (It always looks yellow to me at that time). Then have a canapy with fairy lights and hundreds of flowers wrapped around, with some hanging down over the catwalk. The actual catwalk would be plain white. Then the fairy lights could flash slightly in beat to the usic before the models come out, then have really cheerful music, the kind that makes people want to stand up and dance.
Then the models won't be little sticks. They'll be normal people, with flowy hair. And they won't pout. They can smile, they can do what they want. There wouldn't be an order, there wouldn't be structure. Models would just go. Improvise. Dance, sing. Whatever they felt in that outfit.
It'd be chaos. It'd be a mess and most likely ruin my career.
But my dresses are improvised, they have no plan.
So that's how they should be shown.
If after it all, in some ridiculous situation I was offered a job at a fashion house or for some big store. I don't think I'd take it. Maybe my opinion will change in a few years. But even if it meant a lot more money. I wouldn't. I think I'd loose my views, kinda loose who I am. It would be amazing to be offered something like that. But I want to make it by myself. I want to live in a little house in oxford centre, I want to have a life aswell as a fashion career.
So that's why I do all this. Why I live in chaos and wilingly put myself through the stress of making dresses for myself and other people.
Not because I want to be just a fashion designer, or pattern cutter or stylist.
But because I want a fashion business, that people will talk about and say 'what the fuck'. Or maybe they'll say 'wow'?
Who knows.
Anything can happen.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
so.. what did i do today?
Just a pre-warning, this isn't gonna be much about fashion.
This is one of those stories, I'm gonna remember forever and tell my grandchildren.
I went on an ICT trip to London, which was in the City Temple. In the break, I went to the toilet. The toilet roll holder fell off the wall, onto my head. Made me have hysterical laughter for 5 minutes, fixed it back onto the wall, and left. All I remember is a headache and dizzyness, then nothing until I remember standing in Starbucks drinking my frappaccino.
Yep.
Jenny got temporary amnesia and concussion from a loo roll holder falling on her head in a temple.
Gotta love my life.
On a more arty note, I'm bored of my room, so redecorating.
The 3rd set of fairy lights are ready to be blue-tac'd up. And elephants/ flowers/ hearts are being fashioned outta all my scrap pieces of fbaric to decorate the walls. Also painting some canvases to replace some of my old pictures. My rooms completely blue and boring, so colours are kinda difficult. But I'm going with my 'any colour goes' state of mind and painting them with whatever colour comes outta my paint box.
Photos will follow... when it's finished.
I will write a long blog, when I've recovered from todays trauma x
This is one of those stories, I'm gonna remember forever and tell my grandchildren.
I went on an ICT trip to London, which was in the City Temple. In the break, I went to the toilet. The toilet roll holder fell off the wall, onto my head. Made me have hysterical laughter for 5 minutes, fixed it back onto the wall, and left. All I remember is a headache and dizzyness, then nothing until I remember standing in Starbucks drinking my frappaccino.
Yep.
Jenny got temporary amnesia and concussion from a loo roll holder falling on her head in a temple.
Gotta love my life.
On a more arty note, I'm bored of my room, so redecorating.
The 3rd set of fairy lights are ready to be blue-tac'd up. And elephants/ flowers/ hearts are being fashioned outta all my scrap pieces of fbaric to decorate the walls. Also painting some canvases to replace some of my old pictures. My rooms completely blue and boring, so colours are kinda difficult. But I'm going with my 'any colour goes' state of mind and painting them with whatever colour comes outta my paint box.
Photos will follow... when it's finished.
I will write a long blog, when I've recovered from todays trauma x
Saturday, November 14, 2009
This is an amazing song, but youtube sucks and wouldn't let me embed the original, so gotta make do with one made by a fan with odd images in, but the songs the same.
It might make this post a little bit more interesting?
Inspiration has officially returned- yay. And the manic sweatshop of my room has returned. I spent the morning cleaning it, and this evening I am surrounded by threads and scraps of fabric, oh I feel at home again.
Gotta say inspiration for the dress came from the above song. Don't know why, just made me want to make a really floaty romantic-type dress.
I'M SORRY I FAIL AT TAKING PICTURES:
The top is the bit i'm most proud of, all hand-stitched resulting in multiple needle stab injuries, but worth it;
Blogger's being SOOO slow and is taking forever to upload any photos, so the rest of the stuff I was gonna put in here will have to wait..
I actually have a life planned out up until just after new years, but I'm so amazingly poor right now, I'm having to blag everything. Therefore, the new high-leg boots I wanted, have been brought, but put away until Christmas. It's the worst feeling wearing the boots you love, to just have them taken away a minute later.
I will post pictures, when I get them back...
The plan for the coming weeks is to make atleast one dress a week, as Uni interviews are quickly approaching after Christmas and I need stuff for portfoio, and I also have occasions when I need dresses to wear..
xx
It might make this post a little bit more interesting?
Inspiration has officially returned- yay. And the manic sweatshop of my room has returned. I spent the morning cleaning it, and this evening I am surrounded by threads and scraps of fabric, oh I feel at home again.
Gotta say inspiration for the dress came from the above song. Don't know why, just made me want to make a really floaty romantic-type dress.
I'M SORRY I FAIL AT TAKING PICTURES:
The top is the bit i'm most proud of, all hand-stitched resulting in multiple needle stab injuries, but worth it;
Blogger's being SOOO slow and is taking forever to upload any photos, so the rest of the stuff I was gonna put in here will have to wait..
I actually have a life planned out up until just after new years, but I'm so amazingly poor right now, I'm having to blag everything. Therefore, the new high-leg boots I wanted, have been brought, but put away until Christmas. It's the worst feeling wearing the boots you love, to just have them taken away a minute later.
I will post pictures, when I get them back...
The plan for the coming weeks is to make atleast one dress a week, as Uni interviews are quickly approaching after Christmas and I need stuff for portfoio, and I also have occasions when I need dresses to wear..
xx
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
'i'll be funshine and make the sunshine'
Right, ignore the last emo post. Inspiration and things are slowly starting to pick up again, so lets move on.
Firstly, this is the greatest outfit I will wear in my life. I don't care if I ever get to wear a Chanel dress, this will forever be my favourite. It does have a jacket to go with it, but i feel a bit chavtastic init. And the drawn on face hearts just have to be done..
And yeah, I will be wearing it out in public. Bring onnn the 20th.
Any rich people out there, this is what I would like for Christmas please:
From ASOS.
Or, if you're slightly less rich I'll settle for the super cute slipper boots from Accessorize and feather bando:
Go onnnnnn, make a care bear happy this Christmas
xx
Firstly, this is the greatest outfit I will wear in my life. I don't care if I ever get to wear a Chanel dress, this will forever be my favourite. It does have a jacket to go with it, but i feel a bit chavtastic init. And the drawn on face hearts just have to be done..
And yeah, I will be wearing it out in public. Bring onnn the 20th.
Any rich people out there, this is what I would like for Christmas please:
From ASOS.
Or, if you're slightly less rich I'll settle for the super cute slipper boots from Accessorize and feather bando:
Go onnnnnn, make a care bear happy this Christmas
xx
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
the temporary end
So... this blog hasn't really been happening lately, but I do have excuses..
After you sleep in a car, find a frog on a toilet seat in a pub, get kicked out of harrods, get smuggled into harrods, wake up to find your tailors dummy fallen on top of you, get chased through a cornfield by a man with a fake beard and a chainsaw, get screamed at by clowns, fall onto a tent after being shouted at by clown, break tent, realise you just payed £5.25 to experience the past 4 things and loved it, fall in love with a giant paddington bear in hamleys, get charged £1.50 to sit in a deckchair, dress up as a bumblebee for halloween to end up with nowhere to go so wander the streets then end up in mcdonalds asking if you can 'flap your wings' and being called a toothfairy. finished off with being made motherless after an argument over a t-shirt developed, then you may understand what the past 10 days have been like for me.
I should mention something about fashion, but I really don't have anything to say right now. I made a dress tonight to wear to the plymouth college of art open day tomorrow, that I will photograph at some point. I've got alot of ideas for the next coming months, I just have university interviews and general lifeness to get out of the way before any of them can really happen. Lack of inspiration, motivation and happiness seem to be stopping all projects actually beginning right now.
I will get back on track, I always seem to. This is just taking longer than normal.
So in the meantime, the blogs going to have to be put aside.
2010, will definately be Jennily's year.
p.s. if anyone fancies being an adoptive mother to me, then please, let me know.
I feel a tad unloved right now. But I do "over-react"
XX
After you sleep in a car, find a frog on a toilet seat in a pub, get kicked out of harrods, get smuggled into harrods, wake up to find your tailors dummy fallen on top of you, get chased through a cornfield by a man with a fake beard and a chainsaw, get screamed at by clowns, fall onto a tent after being shouted at by clown, break tent, realise you just payed £5.25 to experience the past 4 things and loved it, fall in love with a giant paddington bear in hamleys, get charged £1.50 to sit in a deckchair, dress up as a bumblebee for halloween to end up with nowhere to go so wander the streets then end up in mcdonalds asking if you can 'flap your wings' and being called a toothfairy. finished off with being made motherless after an argument over a t-shirt developed, then you may understand what the past 10 days have been like for me.
I should mention something about fashion, but I really don't have anything to say right now. I made a dress tonight to wear to the plymouth college of art open day tomorrow, that I will photograph at some point. I've got alot of ideas for the next coming months, I just have university interviews and general lifeness to get out of the way before any of them can really happen. Lack of inspiration, motivation and happiness seem to be stopping all projects actually beginning right now.
I will get back on track, I always seem to. This is just taking longer than normal.
So in the meantime, the blogs going to have to be put aside.
2010, will definately be Jennily's year.
p.s. if anyone fancies being an adoptive mother to me, then please, let me know.
I feel a tad unloved right now. But I do "over-react"
XX
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