Hey *insert microscopic number of subscribers*

I'll be off at the end of the world this coming week. (No, seriously)My grandmama's turning ninety, so pretty much the entire immediate clan is congregating on my aunts house to throw her a party and let her know that yes, family outside of Dunedin still exist

I'll be doing a few more blog posts about my current projects (The wedding dress, as well as a black tutu dress just recently in the pipes) once I get back. At present all my camera/cell phone equipment is packed at the bottom of my suitcase and I have absolutely no desire to dig down through all the layers to show you what I've worked on this week (there was a lot of lace pinning and cutting of skirt panels)

To tide myself over, here's some pictures yanked off my hard drive. I don't know if they'll be of interest to anyone, but there you go.

Two pictures of the costumes I built for halloween. The one of the left is a spartan costume with breast plate and a couple of other pieces, but you can't see it for the cloak. It was quite a bit colder than it should have been in october and we didn't account for warmth.

I also did costume zombie makeup for her and reasonably period-appropriate makeup for myself


This was an old corset made with the bulk order. I've always liked it because of the fabrics (gorgeous crimson dupioni silk with a heavy de-lustered satin fixed lining) and also because it was a big turning point for me. I'd made it up the point where I was putting in the busk, before I realised the front panels were too short. The only options were to cut down the busk, or re-make it. I decided to remake, and finished a vastly technically superior corset within four days.

Prior to this I'd had to take a great deal of time and patience when making corsets, as I tended to accidentally skip steps if I didn't concentrate fully on the task, so this particular job gave me a lot of confidence regarding my time schedules.

And this is just a super cool photo. There's a park up near my city's red light district that has these really cool sculptures that look like the old city architecture has just sunken into the ground. Coupled with sparse street lamps the place is really eerie late at night.

Dear intarwebz

My day; in picture form.

"Nnngrd. Morning? No. Shut up alarms. Sleeeeep time"

"Oh yeah, I have work today. Hrrmpht."
*Realises I slept in multiple layers of clothing to combat the cold. Including my jeans. Decides not to get re-dressed today*

"Oh sweet blessed nectar of life/tea!"

*Sewing sewing sewing. Lots of hand stitching to occupy my morning*

"MOAR HAND STITCHING OMG"

"Hey, my head hurts a bit"

"Oh crap. Migraine's coming and I didn't take my magical pills of preventativeness"

*COUCH*
*BLANKET*
*HOT WATER BOTTLE*
*MULTITUDINOUS AMOUNTS OF PILLS*

*END*

Sorry this wasn't more interesting. I had this whole plan for how I was going to make silly faces and do karate with my various hammers and awls and then dance around wrapped in fabric like a superhero for the general amusement of all. But because yesterday I skived off a lot of work to watch various sci-fi shows the world decided that today; when I actually had honest motivation to work, that it would shout: IT SHALL NOT BE SO. I SMITE-ETH THEE IN THE NAME OF PROCRASTINATION. GO EAT SOME CANDY, FATTY.

As it was spoken, so shall I obey. *om nom nom*

About the insomniac

Hi there! My name's Rose.

This blog is a 365 day project wherein I take time out of every day to find something that makes me happy, take a photo of it, and post it on here. Basically I'm trying to make sunshine and joy a more active participant in my life, and hopefully bring a bit of happy to other people's lives in the process.

I'm not a photographer by any means, so the pictures probably won't be very good technically, but hopefully I'll improve along the way...

I work freelance as a costumer (bridal, corsetry, cosplay commissions and the like. See HERE) and I do most of my work really late at night, fueled only by manic enthusiasm and the thickest, most caffeine-saturated coffee you can possibly make without an espresso machine.

If you want direct updates on my Foamy-like behaviour you may wish to subscribe to my twitter. Follow me! I love followers. I will enrich your life with silly links and pictures of happy!

Dear intarwebz

I know I started off all professional, but I'm too full of caffeine to care. Have a shamelessly cut-n-pasted blog about my work this evening!

Whoo!

It's half three, and I have to get up at nine to run to the shop for another meter of black cotton, some zips, and some cord, because I SUCK EPICLY at estimating yardage. Yes. I bought eight meters of cording today! That's on top of what I'd already sewn. And I'm going to need another three or four meters, cause I found that double rows looked cooler. Hmm.

Anyway, in order to maintain alertness in my epic late nighter I inhaled some of the stodgy-est coffee known to man. I'm not actually sure it counts as coffee really. A tablespoon of instant coffee, two tablespoons of hot chocolate, a spoonful of sugar, boiling water, and the tiniest amount of soy milk on top of it. It was thiiiiick and glooooopy and now I'm really wired and it's three in the morning and I don't want to go to bed cause I'm wiiiiiiiiide awake except for the odd occasion when I stop being able to focus my eyes properly.

Yes.

Here is me gollum garding my coffee;


And the resulting caffeinated hi-jinks (you can't really tell, but that blue blob is my foot. I was trying to adopt a sort of "kung fu HI-YAA kind of pose with all my sewing implements in order to demonstrate my preparedness for the night ahead)


And here is the nights work, all in a nice little pile. I just have to finish the fastenings on the shirts cause I (bloody bloody effing blinding etc) forgot to buy the zips while I was out today. It's probably an hour, hour and a half's work at most. I'll do it before lunch and run the lot over to the post office.


And to finish it off - I'm feeling manically alert. After I compulsively check all my websites and ponder a little more why all my recent pictures off my cell phone have a red line through them I'm going to tidy the bomb site that is my sewing space. I've bled into the lounge now, and the whole room is starting to frighteningly resemble my bedroom floor when I was fifteen. This must be averted.

MANIC ALERTNESS FACE!