so, you might have noticed last week, i made colette's taffy blouse. and also a self drafted skirt from the scraps of pajama bottoms made for Hot Mama. this ensemble was actually worn in public, to see the billy hart quartet during our kalkatroonaan christmas.
i would've liked to have worn it last night to our new year's tradition of seeing the bad plus at the village vanguard, but in order to get the best seats there, you have to be first in line outside the joint. warmth trumps blouse made of air.
we spent the first set with our friends, at a modest distance from the stage. Dapper Friend had red corduroy pants on, and many of you will be interested to know: the grain ran horizontally rather than vertically. my mind was blown. what was left of the blown bits of my mind were then shredded as our favorite band in the world voraciously ripped into their newest creations.
the neck was pretty wide, and of course not having made a muslin, i just pushed and pulled until i found darts that made me happier.
i had a teacher who talked a lot about the basketball effect: you're watching a game, and a player makes a particularly stunning move, and your body moves with it unintentionally, pushing and pulling an invisible ball. lots of basketball going on last night between the athletes on stage, and in the audience. both parties were also guilty of excessive grinning.
for the second set, we were able to move up front to our favorite table, and during the break ethan copped a squat and we talked about blogs, lawyers, and buffy the vampire slayer. at this point the rest of my mind was phaser blasted to happy dusty particles.
i just serged lots of strips together until i had a tunnel shape that would accomodate le booty. there are six seams altogether. speaking of serging, i finished the arm edges like so. i'm not into the bias tape much.
being that close to the stage is amazing sight and sound wise, which is why i love that particular table, but you're also very aware of being almost a part of the stage. i mean, my foot was resting on the lip. you are actually sitting in the light of the stage at this table. it starts to feel like you're invading something very private, like maybe you're on safari and you don't want to make any sudden movements and disturb the wild life.
again, seeking an alternative to bias tape, i handstitched some trim around the serged neckline.
until i was comfortable enough to steal glances at their faces, i was fascinated by their hands. their hands are insane. ethan's on piano, his fingers sort of do backbends and then the CGI technicians come in for his solos. reid's on upright bass, his hands meld into the wood like they're made of liquid. dave's on drums, his digits alternately choke and caress sticks, cymbals, brushes, playskool toys and rubber ET dolls. it was so cool to see their hands do their work that close.
my hands have now got to get busy on new year's eve preparations, though my ears are still full of music. have a great night, y'all. drink one for me, i'll certainly drink one for you.