Colour block wif me

After a horrific week in which I had two 40% of my grade projects due on the same day, I had a golden weekend of peace in which to do whatever the fuck I wanted. Naturally, for me, this included doing fabrics that didn't have to have any justification behind it. I saw a coat a bit similar to this one on etsy and decided that the colour blocked coat and I would have a passionate love affair for a few days, until I finished or gave up.

I was on the verge of giving up when I originally put the body together- the fabric wasn't quite stiff enough and so it really just looked like I was wearing a sad dressing gown. Cos of this, there's a big layer of interfacing under the lining- it actually just looks like I've papier mache'd toilet paper to the inside so thank god for lining fabric, truly. Making me look slightly better than I am since ages ago.

Drink in the pictures but be aware I'm standing in an awkward way which makes the sleeves bunch up and the back panels look crooked. Composition isn't my strong suit at the best of times, and especially not when I have to run back and forward across my room to try and beat the self timer.

Professionalism 101.

I hate university part one

this is the first installation of what will most likely become a many part series. I haven't slept properly in several weeks due to two assignments being on the same day, that day being tomorrow.

The first assignment, I don't even want to talk about- we're meant the make an object what will change when part of the body moves, but it's the night before hand in and my piece is staying decidedly stationary. We have to present them in front of the entire class as well so the fun pretty much never ends. I bet you ten dollars that tomorrow night's blogpost is titled "humiliation", or perhaps "I've dropped out".

The second assignment, I've whinged about quite a bit- I have to make a shirt into an idea??? Something I don't understand?? At all??? I've done the sneaky trick of choosing an idea that will let you cut corners- I was a fiend for it in art class, picking artist models based on whether or not I could do a painting like that in 20 minutes. My thing is kind of based around overcompensating in dat class system and just generally being a bit of a wanker so I can pretend that the shirt is falling apart to emulate the class system, rather than just me being lazy and gluing it together while watching project runway. (Incidentally, what is Patricia even fucking up to anymore? I wanted to love you, I really did)

 Does that look like the wankiest thing you've ever seen, or what? I would like to take this time to commend myself on my excellent bullshitting skills, which is how I plan on getting through this four year degree. Wish me luck!!!

(I have some frickin exciting blog posts lined up omg plz stick around through my whinging about uni life)

On the agenda

Let's be realistic here. When you're paying upwards of 700 bucks to sit through lectures and classes at ridiculous hours, as I am, you gotta be a tightass about some things. Namely, clothes.
Also, when you're forced to produce creativity on a deadline, as I am, you've got to do a bit of.. appropriation.
The following items have caught my eye lately, and I would maybe be able to afford them if I exploited my student loan payments, but tbh that almost seems a bit more immoral than just quickly and quietly borrowing the ideas.
And then, you know, changing them the slightest bit so that I can get to sleep at night. Don't want a tell tale heart situation on our hands. (Ha ha ha look, a literary allusion, should have been an english student, really. Except not.)

Expect these bad boys poppin' up in my wardrobe once my days are no longer filled with "drawing a shirt as an accessory to the body" or cutting up little bits of felt. #unilyf.

Flower gurl

yesterday was the day I tried something new. Sort of. My darlin' friend popped over for a bit of a craft day (the best kind of day in the land), and we team-worked up to help each other out with projects.

She wanted this skirt that we had seen on river island, I believe it was:

We ended up making it out of a sick black corduroy, which gave it the nicest drape, I want to cry thinking about it. I wish I was joking, but I'm not. These things make me happy. Getting the perfect drape on a circle skirt is like being fucking goldilocks when she's scoffing the porridge. It's always too soft so it has no shape or too stiff so you can see right up the damn thing. I will be fighting this war until i die. Today is the day I won. (well, yesterday, but let's not get picky)

Merinda helped me with making this cute as hell flower crown, something she's pretty damn great at and I am clueless about. It looks way more overbearing in this photo than in real life, but ah well, what can ya do? I got through this relatively unscathed, nursing only one major burn from the glue gun. I consider that a success. Now I just need an event to go to where it's acceptable to wear a garden on your head. 

Lastly, mine and Ali's store finally went live!!

It's been months in the making but the time has come for the unveiling or some shit, which has actually gone way better than planned. It's pretty fuckin' cool if I do say so myself so check it out! Or don't. I won't know either way. But I know what I'd do, if I were you. 

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