artwork from the Castle Museum spencer |
The spencer started many months ago has come back to bite me. Trying to refit it to me has been a menace.
This is from a commercially available pattern but seems aimed at the pre-pubescent stick insect kind of figure - I have known far too many cakes over too long a time to fit this silhouette. I often have to recut bodice pieces but this was truly extreme. Even as fitted as the pattern allowed it gaped hugely and unevenly. If I had a drawing board big enough I would have gone back to it, but I wanted to use the armhole shape and positioning.
Early toile fitting. What a mess! |
6 metres of satin binding so far and still counting. It did take a long day's graft to make the slashes, bind them and then add the straps. With all the fancy work it needed lining which meant that the whole thing had to be - vile berry lining from the hated stash of repellent fabric came to the rescue. The sleeves are now in and sitting quite happily, the lining has been surface mounted and tacked in place, it begins to feel like a garment!
Could this be the end of the trauma? Hah. Don't like the collar and front. The buttoned up to the chin effect with the high waist is not flattering in the slightest - elements of Lady Bracknell came to mind, and all in vivid red. The compromise at the moment is just tacked in to test the idea - a soft Elvis look - collar standing up at the back, falling open at the neck and closures up only 1/2 or 1/3 of the spencer front. 1970s but without the medallion. Not looking right yet but the answer is getting closer. Formal lapels are one suggestion to try out, but that will have to be next week.
The suggestion for lapels came from an interview to do a theatre costume course with The Northern College of Costume over this summer. Have been offered a place which is very exciting - it is all practical, historically based and just think.....
a couple of my folio pages... |
And what did I do to celebrate - had a cake (very nice too) and got up early the next day to go out sketching in ploughed field (cold, fuelled by carrot, nice puddle). Hah?