I hear its black tie season down south. Well at least for one E. Pollock, aka future economist 101. A truly awe inspiring person who had the worst year 10 wagging skills I had ever seen. Our friendship started amazingly - we hated each other from year 3 to year 9 until a fateful pi class brought us together.
So now, I am super excited about creating her black tie dress. Thanks to Facebook, we can face creep and swap design ideas (no doubt this was Mark Zuckerberg's true intention to the invention of FB).
I am really proud of her, a true friend. Although I have no idea what this black tie event is for. Mafia ceremony? Hoyts? Comic-Con?
Some design sketches...
Slight cowl at the front, and a really deep cowl at the back and an arch open at the front, its pretty full at the bottom so you can swish people
This is pinch draped down the right side, the front of your bodice has got boning and the back is my poor representation of rope, so it ties from the sides to the middle and that gold is beaded
The one on the left has a deppari, which is the angled part protruding out. It's also got tulle at the bottom (the squiggly bits) to make it fuller at the bottom. The one on the right is pretty standard. Pleated at the back, and twisted at the front.
This was one same as before, deppari, tulle at the bottom.
This kind of looks like what I was thinking haha, the gold is part of the left black fabric, and the right is a a flap (haha flap) that when you move, you'll see the gold.
Don't be shocked. Fitted bodice, draped bottom, it's actually a skirt haha, it'd be less full down the side.
Friday, 2 September 2011
After months of pondering, repetitive word sounding, it happened. It actually happened. I GOT A NAME!! For those who have thought about naming something, share the victory! We've got a name. And. It's an acronym. L.A.D. Like. A. Deer. Yes, and it also spells lad.
Obviously, when you achieve self satisfaction, it's always nice to find the fish. The fish, when you're fishing for compliments. And who better else but a mum. Moreover, your own mum. After giving her a very adjective recount it's inevitable that the praise just follows :D ..."yeah, it's alright." ... D: That was the praise. Y.I.A (acronyms, once you pop, you can't stop). Omg. After sounding ka, ki, ku, ke, ko. Ma, mi, mu, me, mo. Maverick to Myoosik, sketsko to Zeus, reading the English dictionary, the Italian dictionary, Google translate, I can sum it up in 3 words. "Yeah, it's alright." Hmmm, Y.I.A...