Alabaster is the Ala-best-er

Hola friends,
As mentioned previously, myself and a friend are in the process of starting a bit of a clothing line, where we buy wholesale clothingz and alter them up into something new. This was by and large born out of desperation- we're both poor students with an irrational fear of working at mcdonald's. This work is the best kind of work because it doesn't really feel like work at all!! This is just stuff I do in my free time!! But we get money for it!!!!! Can't life be just amazing sometimes.

We had a photoshoot today with our delightful friend Izzy, except I pop up every now and then as it turned out that not all the pieces fit her. Ooops.
Take a look at the photos we've currently made public- we're pretending to be professional but in reality most of the day was spent scoffing two minute noodles and getting annoyed at my dog for taking a nap on the clothes when we weren't looking.

If you're intrigued (you better be), we'll be on etsy and facebook in about two days!! Buy our stuff!!! If you don't, we'll be very sad, but we will also pretend that we have a massive fan base that you don't know about. It's pretty underground, in that fact that it doesn't exist. Yet.

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Back in Business

Oh hey blogspot, haven't seen you in a while, you're looking pretty good.
It wasn't you, it was me. Myself and fabrics went on a bit of a break due to lack of inspiration/Sam leaving/starting uni, but I'm starting to think that maybe we can be friends again. Maybe.

I've done a few pieces here and there where I needed new things, if I post them at all it'll be periodically when I have nothing else to say. My most recent creation that I'm actually happy with is as follows:

Don't lie, these pants are pretty fuckin' sick. They're made of this pretty heavyweight holographic lycra, and I expected that i would cry over them at least twice, but they were surprisingly untraumatic. Which was mean. I've never made anything like this before, I traced the pattern off an old pair of pants I ripped up, and altered them a lil bit. 

feelin' like a fuckin' legend as usually when I try to make pants they end up so tight that I can't move or breathe. Stoked.

Other changes:
dyed the bottom half of my hair. Was extremely careless as the bleach was so strong that i couldn't open my eyes or breathe, but I think it turned out all goods? Well better than it should have, in theory.

Starting a clothing label type of bizness with ma mate Ali. We're off on a photoshoot tomorrow, I dare say I'll be promoting it so hardcore that you'll all hate me within approximately twenty minutes. It totally sucks shit keeping all the items for sale at your place, the temptation to wear them out is oh so strong and I can't deal with it.

I have a project due for uni that involves ripping apart a business shirt and remaking it into something that represents an idea. My focus question is "to what extent can the shirt be used as a means of regulation?" (fucking wanky/obscure right) so pretty much you'll be seeing a lot of shit in that area. When you're at uni, you don't have time for anything that isn't uni.

Unless you adopt me and my friends' new mantra: "C's get degrees!"

Until next time,
XOXO

P.s. Get a fashiolista. Geeet one. Not enough fabulousness on my dash.
http://www.fashiolista.com/style/tessnorkee