Monday, April 21, 2014

a closer look


years ago, there was a tiny boutique on ninth avenue that sold beauty.  the walls, the tables, the floor, every available inch of surface was occupied by loveliness, covered in things, objects whose sole purpose in existence was to make your eyes smile.  the kind of place where you knew the owners, and where you were happy to open up your wallet for them.  during the wintry holiday season, this magical place held special shopping nights for friends and neighbors in hell's kitchen, and after work, in the eleven o'clock hour, i trudged out of my theater, past snowy bars and restaurants filled with revelers to the one shop window still warmly gleaming, where i was greeted with a glass of wine, welcomed in the hopes that i would complete my shopping list by midnight, and stay for another drink. 

the last season i shopped there was the year of the towers.  the year that gift giving needed to be balm more than bounty.  my favorite object was a delicate, tiny, bejeweled hamsa hand on a thin silvery necklace.  i'd been introduced to the hamsa several months before at my very first seder (another night of beauty).  i fell in love with this charm, a hand that reached across not only judaism, but also christianity and islam.  it was all i wanted to fill my basket with.  i didn't care what religion my friends and coworkers ascribed to, whether they celebrated christmas or kwanzaa or hanukkah or the winter gleaming moon...it was my intention to buy every tiny hand i could afford, and decorate as many necks as i could with this small piece of great good luck. 

some loved it, some didn't. no, maybe that's not the best way to put it...some loved it, some were confused by it. a hamsa hand for christmas?  religion is a wide thing to me.  i grew up roman catholic, i was an altar girl in fact, but as the years went by, there seemed to be too much wonder out there for any one belief to be THE be-all-and-end-all.  there's a truth in everything, there is something to learn from everything.  so the gift made perfect sense to me. 

as much as i loved those benevolent baubles, i never bought one for myself.  though i stared longingly at the little boxes until they left for their new homes, holidays are for giving, non?  later, life found us in LA, escaping from the financial gray skies looming over the city, and when we returned, i found my favorite little store didn't weather that storm.  cyberspace was taking over. 

a few weeks ago, i got an email from michal golan studios that read just as warmly as the welcome in that beloved brick and mortar shop.  they'd seen my blog-- really seen it, to the point of applauding my Haphazard Use Of Capitalization-- and wondered if i'd like a pair of earrings, specifically to go with my version of rachel's brasilia dress, which they admired.  (heads up, retailers hoping to create relationships: that's how ya do it.) 

sadly, that stretch cotton went the way of the dodo, so i was invited to browse their website.  on my couch, but still!  with a glass of wine.   


when my eyes fell on this necklace, my heart skipped several beats.  as beautiful as that long ago gifted bauble, but even better...this tiny swavorski encrusted, beaded hamsa was attached to a rosary. WHAT GENIUS CROSS POLLINATION.  i've worn it almost every day since it landed on my doorstep--it was part of the inspiration for my duster coat.  it feels like so much more than a pretty trinket.  it feels like the best parts of all the religions around my neck.

am i waxing poetical?  let me climb down off my pulpit, no offense to trinkets, i like trinkets ever so much!!  the abundance of holi-days this past weekend seemed the right time to share this story.  if you'd like to see more, trinkets and holy art both, do hop over to michal's place.  there's all kinds of beauty there. i suggest a glass of rosé as your companion... especially if your religion of the moment is welcoming spring.  

Thursday, April 17, 2014

coat of safety cone orange colors


in search of a quiet place where i could act like an idiot in peace, i stumbled upon a seemingly barren parking lot.


complete with john deere tractor.


it wasn't as empty as it seemed... soon, i had a crew of city housing workers with whom i had a delightful time.  a woman in overalls possessing a beautifully infectious laugh came charging out.  you seen that coat?  that's straight outta the seventies!!  you got a whole seventies thing goin on, i like that! EEEYYYYY JIMMY!  'member when you usedta dress like that?  AHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAA


listen! a sweet man named ralphie ordered...you be careful out here now! dese people throw things outta dese windows and we can't do NUTHIN ta stop them.  what's wrong wit' people?! lookit alla that broken glass!  ey, you made that coat?  well that's just GREAT.  i expect ta see you in vogue one day, young lady!

ralphie was my favorite.


this yardage, part of my mood fabrics MSN allowance, is certainly crazy enough for those hallowed pages.  and finicky enough.  i realized i'd have to handstitch every seam if i wanted a pretty finish-- you can see the difference side by side in the bottom half of this collage.  no contest, yes?  and so a-handstitching i went...




i think it paid off, as it created sort of a padded look to the seams. 

   
a great amount of crossing my fingers went into the pattern hackery of simplicity 2812...it included taping coat bodice pieces to bottom mates and evening out seams to erase a waistline seam...it was definitely one of those AAAAAAH LET'S JUST SEE WHAT HAPPENS makes.  the collar brought this baby to a suddenly fluffy bunny cute place, i took one look in the mirror and cooed ooooo hai my name is oona don't you want to come play tiddlywinks with me?  the cat gave me a weary look, he's used to me barking at myself, and i went with triple overlocking the neck edge instead.

ah, overlocking.  ah, machines that work.  i remember machines that work...to be honest, it's been a irritating week sewing wise, working out the technicalities, that is, of accomplishing sewing, and i'm looking forward to a weekend out of town where i can put THE GREAT SEWING MACHINE CONUNDRUM OF 2014 out of my mind. hope you're looking forward to a lovely long weekend as well! 

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

so sexy, except when it's not.


last week, both of my machines broke.  called it quits.  my ricky was serious, and that hateful elna was semi-serious (she will now move at a snail's pace under fear of decapitation.  mine, not hers).  many sewists came to my aid, there was a trip to the amazing sew-right in queens (with an equally amazing sale going on RIGHT NOW, get thee to the magnificent harvey & co if you've got the urge)... but i remain machineless. more on alllllla that, including that terrific trip, later this week.  but for now, let's talk about sewing sexy, shall we?  OH YES LET'S DO.


this ensemble is the one that broke my ricky.  maybe it was too sexy for him.  or maybe, like most men, he does not find crop tops and baggy pants sexy and called it quits in protest?  ah, but ricky!  ALL WOMEN LOVE A LOOSE CROP TOP AND BAGGY PANTS!

especially when it makes them feel like MC hammer.


OONA CLEAN YOUR LENS PERIODICALLY.  IT'S POLLEN SEASON.

this outfit was totally inspired, ripped off, stolen, from one of the co-hosts of this bootylicious blog party, nettie. completely.  not even gonna sugarcoat that.  the pants are simplicity 2477, and the top is the (free!) polly top from my girlfriends at by hand london.  


are you beginning to think i sew exclusively BHL?  you would be beginning to think right.  i just can't get enough of them.  i can do whatever the hell i want to their patterns, and they just.  don't.  crack.  for my polly, i did away with the front insert and made the side seamline on the front a little less angled to compensate for my hackery... instant swingy crop top.


but you know i love my blue envelopes too.  cuffs!  pleats!  totally disguised by the crazyface rayon print from chic fabrics!  these guys are way too much fun to be paired with anything other than yellow suede wedge sneakers, dontcha think?

this was a quick make, meant to be carefree and casual, which in my book is super sexy.  as it was my first go at a true fly-front zip (i did okay, i'd give myself, oh, a b+) i sort of treated it like a wearable muslin.  so, yeah, i wasn't as obsessive as i usually am about pattern placement.  what could go wrong? 

oh here, would you like to see all of the angles?


from left to right:

side view: pretty good! 

front view: that stem across the fly, unexpected bonus!

back view:

OH MY GOD WOMAN JUST BECAUSE IT'S A WEARABLE MUSLIN DOESN'T MEAN YOU HAVE TO GO COMATOSE ON PATTERN PLACEMENT.  IT LOOKS LIKE THERE'S A GLITCH IN THE MATRIX ACROSS YOUR ASS.  NO WONDER YOUR MACHINES BROKE.  YOU DESERVED IT.  

still happy with it though.  no really, i'm not beating myself up about it or anything like that.  that's a different kind of sexy.

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

come sew with me!

http://www.eventbrite.com/e/sew-a-slouchy-dolman-sleeve-top-w-oona-of-oonaballoona-from-kalkatroona-tickets-11173792113


wouldja like to sew up a li'l sexy chic slouchy dolman top with me?  wouldja like to have a drink after and gab with sewists and swap fabrics and patterns and make general merriment? WELL COME ON THEN!

jennifer of workroom social is hosting a special manhattan pop up event, this may 2-4, and saturday boasts not one, not two, but three classes dedicated to sewing knits.

knits get a bad rap.  i fell in love with jersey before anyone could tell me "oooh that's hard to work with."  it's super NOT!  this wonder material and i have had affairs on straight stitch machines (yes it can be done) on zig zags (where it can be done even more so) and of course with ye olde serger (where it can be done once you wanna drop a dime or two).  all three machines can produce great results, so long as you play with jersey the way it wants to be played with.  then it'll take all the fondling you can give.

in this two hour class, we'll be working with a zig zag, and the pop up studio will be filled with all the tools and equipment we'll need. you'll be supplied with oak tag paper patterns and a class guide chock full of resources and fabric suggestions.  the class is small: 6 seats, plenty of attention, and the end of class will find you in a brand new me-made ultra comfy super chic top, which of course you should wear to the party directly afterwards.

oh, did i mention, jennifer set my class up riiiiight before the cocktail party?  good thinkin, gal.  GOOD THINKIN.

here's the full line up:




8 PM PARTAAAAAY 

again, that's saturday may 3rd.  together we shall sew up a warm weather wardrobe and positively FORCE spring to come out of hiding.  this vixen is in need of some coaxing.  come sweet talk that lass with me!

Monday, April 7, 2014

technicolor noise

oona by marcy harriell oonaballoona by hand london

there's a guy on a neon green crotch rocket who revs up directly in front of our home about three times a day.  i think he's delivering soup.

 oona by marcy harriell oonaballoona by hand london

in the middle of shooting a garment (my betty drunken dress, to be exact), i teetered up the stairs behind me and appeared out of 1952 (with a dash of 2012) to have a conversation with the lad.

oona by marcy harriell oonaballoona by hand london

hellooooo, hellooo there i purred, and when the purr wasn't sufficient over the roar of the idling engine, i put a little betty in it.  

oona by marcy harriell oonaballoona by hand london

it must have been an interesting sight, two people who probably had around a dozen races between them, one straddling 90s metal & chrome, one in 50s cotton & curls, one coaxing a friendly conversation out of the cautious other.  when you ride around on a rocket that needs ten minutes of idling to produce an inch of movement, you're gonna get some shade.  i know, i've seen my neighbors giving him the business these past months.  i was ready to throw my hat in that rude ring.  but ruggy thought my brand of sugar could be a better answer.

i squinted my eyes.  i am not the droid you're looking for.  but the day was warmish, and the outfit was ladylike. 

oona by marcy harriell oonaballoona by hand london

he promised to be quieter.  he was sorry he'd been so loud.  as i turned to go, i introduced myself.  still slightly baffled by the friendly tone, he shook my hand.  i'm ed, he said.  nice to meet you ed.  

no.  ahmed. 


whoops.


in fact, there he is right now!  he's trying his best to keep it to a soft rumble.  ruggy tells me he is "choking the bike," and in his expert opinion, he truly is doing it as quietly as he can.  A for effort, but IT'S NOT THAT QUIET.  it's about at the level of chainsaw in resting mode.  let's see if he's done by the time i hit publish.  this is minute one.

i toddled back down the stairs and into this outfit, gotta take advantage of a warm day, no?  OH YEAH THE OUTFIT!  wanna know about it?  you may recognize the top from yesteryear: she is the by hand london elisalex dress with circle skirt.  i've been wanting to try the peplum-with-fitted-skirt trend since it started, so i hacked off the half circle skirt at the middle, and paired it with BHL's charlotte skirt! YEEEEAH INSTANT SEPARATES WIN!  the charlotte skirt pattern is a lovely prize from the BHL ladies for project sewn,  just made it up two sizes smaller to account for making it up in a stretch jersey. this prize makes my collection of BHL patterns currently complete. (now i just need BHL fabric to go with it.  they are sooo close y'all!)  

(hey! three minutes, aaand he's off!)

(but he's now doing laps around the block.)