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My Mistress is the Sewing Machine
20 Jun 2008 09:12 am...and I've been spending my days either sewing or contemplating what I want to sew. So, first, a fashion meme:
Your result for The Fashion Style Test...
56% Flamboyance, 67% Originality, 27% Deliberateness, 36% Sexiness
The idea of "good taste" is alien to you because how can one style be judged better than the other? You are also not the one to follow what someone has currently decided is "fashionable." To you it's most important that you feel good in your clothes (You bet it is!). You like it if people notice an interesting detail (I surely do) you're wearing and you have some taste for extravagance but you don't spend hours composing outfits. This laid-back attitude leaves you plenty of time for other things in life and still most people remember a few interesting outfits they saw on you. I don't know if you wearhippy hippie (Consistency, quiz-creator-person!) clothes but perhaps they would match your philosophy?
The opposite style from yours is Uptown Girl/Boy [Tasteful Conventional Deliberate Sexy].
Take The Fashion Style Test at HelloQuizzy
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And now, back to why I'm spending so much time with the sewing machine. The sack! the sack! it is my bane! All I want to do is make my harem pants and a coordinated top, but I have. to. finish. the. sack. first. On the up side, any sewing I do after the humongous blasted thing is going to feel like a piece of cake, or so I hope. Yesterday, I spent almost an hour ripping off two pockets that looked like a preschooler had sewn them on (difference of fabric and elasticity).![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mana_tini said it didn't matter to him, but being a prideful sort, I don't want all his friends shaking their heads in pity behind his back when they see the wonky, patched-together thing. Because, yes, Mr Bigmouth already told everyone that his wife was making a sack for him. However, he has helped me out with it--measuring, pinning, and even a bit of sewing--so now he understands why I had first hemmed and hawed told him I was incapable of making it. And he understands why the tailor who lives next to us also turned down the work.
Your result for The Fashion Style Test...
Hippie Kid
56% Flamboyance, 67% Originality, 27% Deliberateness, 36% Sexiness
[Flamboyant Original Random Prissy]
The idea of "good taste" is alien to you because how can one style be judged better than the other? You are also not the one to follow what someone has currently decided is "fashionable." To you it's most important that you feel good in your clothes (You bet it is!). You like it if people notice an interesting detail (I surely do) you're wearing and you have some taste for extravagance but you don't spend hours composing outfits. This laid-back attitude leaves you plenty of time for other things in life and still most people remember a few interesting outfits they saw on you. I don't know if you wear
The opposite style from yours is Uptown Girl/Boy [Tasteful Conventional Deliberate Sexy].
Take The Fashion Style Test at HelloQuizzy
And now, back to why I'm spending so much time with the sewing machine. The sack! the sack! it is my bane! All I want to do is make my harem pants and a coordinated top, but I have. to. finish. the. sack. first. On the up side, any sewing I do after the humongous blasted thing is going to feel like a piece of cake, or so I hope. Yesterday, I spent almost an hour ripping off two pockets that looked like a preschooler had sewn them on (difference of fabric and elasticity).
mana_tini said it didn't matter to him, but being a prideful sort, I don't want all his friends shaking their heads in pity behind his back when they see the wonky, patched-together thing. Because, yes, Mr Bigmouth already told everyone that his wife was making a sack for him. However, he has helped me out with it--measuring, pinning, and even a bit of sewing--so now he understands why I had first hemmed and hawed told him I was incapable of making it. And he understands why the tailor who lives next to us also turned down the work.