Let's talk fabrics with a bit of ball

Let it be known: I love balls with my whole heart. (someone get the "that's what she said" joke out of the way now, plz.)
Well no, I lied, I don't actually enjoy balls that much, but I do enjoy the fabrics involved, in a true Tess fashion. The excuse of sewing something fabulous and actually spending money on nice fabric is too much for my lil' sewer's heart to bear.
As you can maybe probably tell from the following photos, I had too many ideas for what I wanted to wear so I'm basically just wearing five dresses in one.
Nothing wrong with that, unless you're Michael Kors.
Slight problems: Made the waistband to non-bloated measurements. Means that if/when you get bloated, you will be unable to breathe.
I cried a few joyous tears when I took it off.
Fun fact: This shape of dress is fucking easy to make, so you just rely on the fabrics to make it look fancy. Story of my life.

I'd put up instructions for as how to make it yourself but then I realised no one reads this blog apart from me, and I already know how to make this dress, so what's the point of that then.

I'm the fuckbag on the left pulling a face and pose that I'm not sure is even ironic anymore.

Oops, I did it again. 

So long,

Tess.

P.s. I'm still nursing swollen feet from those shoes I'm wearing. No heel, you see. I have a small gripe with Jeffrey Campbell: it is absolutely fucking impossible to walk down hills in these. I wish I was joking. If you're on too big of an incline, you get stuck in such a way that you can't move up or down. It does wonders if you're trying to look super cool. This is all well and good if you live somewhere flat, but I live in New Zealand, so it is unwell and bad.

P.p.s. I'm going to World of Wearable Arts tomorrow and I'm making a dress to wear as well hopefully so get ready for a funky as fuck blog update.

Speaking of fucking fabrics.

I have been in hibernation mode for the last two weeks, completing bookwork for said wearable arts piece. it took away 99% percent of the joy that I felt at having my work on display.
I wrote five pages about the implications of using velcro instead of a zip (IT WAS A KEY DECISION OKAY)
In order to get through such a thrilling activity, I take on a kind of hysterical diva persona around the week of hand in.
Today I found out that my teacher has been doing an impression of this for her younger students.
It's like being fucking tumblr famous.

It's wearable, and it's art, I suppose

It seems a pity to start posting on the highest point of my life. No one's going to tune in ever again. But I'm going to have to. Today I installed my wearable arts display window in this shop, it's pretty high profile but not SO high profile that drunk people will walk past it on their way home and piss on it or something. So yeah. That's quite pleasing. Putting it on the mannequin was a challenging experience, as she is a foot taller than me and can't bend her limbs and can't stand up on her own.

Now that I think about it, it was totally like that scene in Sleepover where they had to dress the mannequins in their clothes and it was toatz mayhem l0l. I should really have frozen in the window as a hilarious practical joke to passers by but people lurking in Wellington at 9am on a monday morning aren't what is considered a great audience. Although I suppose there's no such thing as a good audience for that kind of thing. 

I wish I was Alexa Vega. I heard she has the lunch spot by the fountains.

So anyway that's my fabrics school work done for the year, it's pretty crazy to think of it as how it started, bits of plastic and paper and sleeve head wadding (which doesn't sound very impressive because no one knows what the fuck that even is)

For the record, it's kind of like shoulder pads in strips.

Speaking of shoulder pads, I'd totally wear those ones the mannequin is wearing. Why the fuck not.

(Summing up my fashion sense in four words, right there. Stay tuned for more updates from the world of Tess "Haha-You-Can't-Trick-Me-I-Know-About-Cyber-Safety-Last-Name")

And when I say "cyber safety" I mean "let's not let my parents find this blog while they idly google my name"

Welcome.

I'm welcoming my blog into existence and myself into blogging today.

I thought blogging could maybe be a bit of a fun activity, so I can rant about things no one cares about and pretend that maybe someone is reading them. That's the dream.

Although the page counter will probably tell me otherwise.

If this gets published after I die or something ridiculous like that, joke's on me.