conquering heights

if i look self satisfied, IT IS BECAUSE I AM.  the reasons are twofold:

1.  i conquered this cotton.

2.  i conquered myself.

I CONQUER, YO.  I AM A CONQUISTADOR OF COTTON.  (that may not mean what i think it means, but i’m going with it.  i have a sazerac in hand and no desire to use my dictionary widget.)

last month, i decided to try my hand at what most of my fellow mood sewing network bloggers are old hat at: ordering online from mood.  within a minute, i stumbled upon this thakoon cotton, and these decorative coconut shells.  (update! it's sold out at the moment...but check this one out.  YUM.  don't grab too much though, leave some for me!)  it is almost certain that i would not have paired these two up had i been in the store– if only because the coconut shells are placed about 5 feet in the air above my head, and i rarely look up that high.  nothing of note is taller than my 5’3 frame, you see.

erm, except these rooftop shoots….

THOSE are taller.  the images don’t do the edge of the building  justice.  that’s a steep ramp right up to a free fall on a windy day.  FUN.  and, quite dangerous.  i thought the location fitting, considering the vicious way i started this garment.  one breezy saturday afternoon, ruggy caught me chopping– literally chopping-- into four yards of this luscious stuff.  oona, he said, don’t cut angry.   although i had to laugh in appreciation of his deductive skillz, i WAS angry– irate, in fact, for reasons which are boring and not worthy of telling.  suffice it to say the sound of my shears gave my mood away.

and he was right:  Don’t.  Cut.  Angry.  the reasons for this are twofold:

1.  you might hack off a finger.

2.  you will most definitely cut into what was an ample amount of designer cotton, forgetting that you needed six panels instead of four for the sweeping and carefully drafted maxi skirt.  you will instead insanely and wantonly cut three on the bias.  you will then spend the next five days trying every possible combination to make the five unmatched panels you eked out work in some strange jigsaw puzzle configuration.

but then of course you’ll be totally full of yourself when you DO... which is a bonus.

it was pretty windy up there, and impossible to get a shot of the hem.  it's curvy!  the side seams lift, the front and back dive.  i lurve it.

and hey didja notice those bust darts?  ME NEITHER!  i would say i planned it that way, but i don’t like to lie.  more truth telling: i have 7 extra coconut shells languishing on my table.  they were meant to be a statement necklace for this dress.  however, the statement ended up being: we'd make better earrings.

more truth be told, i’m even okay with the slightly wonky back, which was where the real jigsaw came in.  the bodice is vintage vogue 2970, and the six-come-four gored skirt is of my own drafting.   i used two bias cut panels for the center front and back, and two regular joes for the side panels.  however, the center back panel was sliced up the middle to accommodate the invisible zip.  in hindsight i should’ve done a slash zip opening, since there was no seam allowance down the center back.  but, i was still a little peeved and not thinking correctly…one might even say, still angry…

i am nothing if not hard headed.  was counting on that fact, in case of a skyscraper fall.  by the way, does my dress remind you of anything?  any new yorkers out there care to hazard a guess on thakoon’s inspiration?  i don’t know for sure if my hunch is right, but let’s just say i found the city view… appropriate…

if you teach a woman to sew...

here's a little something that is actually in fact quite large.  if our corner of the blogisphere isn't the right place to share it, i don't know where is.

i look at pictures of collapsed buildings and raging fires, the products of which make up far too much of my closet, and i think about the lives of others around the world and the ways in which we simply can't make it all better, and so i stand motionless.  and i am amazed by those who can see past the enormity of problems out there in the world, who are able to do something to make something BETTER. 

two such ladies, nikki and kria (the latter being my friend, and how i came to know about this), have hatched a plan to make something better: empower widows in india with the skills and tools they need to support themselves and their families, through sewing.  why?  well, here, they explain it best:

In India, a widow is the ultimate social outcast. Seen as a burden whose bad luck caused her husband’s death, a widow is stripped of her colorful saris, jewelry, and bindi. A widow is no longer referred to as “she” but “it,” and is expected to mourn the loss of her husband until her death. She is left to care for her dependents with little or no resources.

We are traveling to southern India for two and a half weeks with the goal of establishing a small sewing cooperative for widows in Coimbatore. Ultimately, our hope is to provide economic opportunity and empowerment to women who need it the most.

they've already traveled to coimbatore, to begin the process with their indian counterpart, sister stella baltazar, a woman who runs a support group for over 200 widowed women at the franciscan missionaries of mary.   

it's the kind of thing you wish you had the energy/power/courage to do, yes?  in my case it is.

and of course (and you knew this was coming), we can all be a part of this, by helping to fund their mission. you can check out their indiegogo campaign page, read up on it, and if it's your bag, throw a little change their way. they're almost halfway to their goal.  or, if there's not a dime to spare, you can share their campaign and spread the word.

as a me-maker, as a sewist, as a human, i'm in.  i'd love to see them realize their mission.

 update: thank you all so much for your thoughtful comments and your contributions!  they are so much closer to their goal because of peeps like YOU.

that's a horse of a different color

i'm seriously in love with this fabric.  and, in keeping with my pledge, i'm gonna be honest with myself and say there's a 3% chance of wearing it as-is.  and how is it, you ask?  if you didn't swing by the mood sewing network yesterday, it is thus:

i call this pose "reflections on how i can hack this up the minute i get inside."

trying to style this was a bit of a letdown after the joy of sewing up this silk chiffon.  did i say joy and silk chiffon in the same sentence?  YES, JOY.  because it had a secret weapon in it: LYCRA.  i was shocked to find supreme stretch in my hands when i gave it a tug pre-sewing!  months ago, i had bookmarked this cacophony in my mood online portfolio, heart beating wildly over the crazyanimals.  when the lovely joshua led me to the silk chiffon shelves where it lived IRL, we simply cut away, i never touched the bolt or looked at the content.  turns out it has a healthy dose of le lycra in it (marked clearly everywhere, and even lovingly mentioned in the beautiful wee blurb on the site, but again: CRAZYANIMALS).

i have come to the conclusion that the lycra is what made this fabric a walk in the park.  i had left it languishing on my desk, looking at it occasionally in terror, remembering just how careful i had to be on my last go round with silk chiffon–but this li’l piece of insanity was a piece of cake (by which i mean technicolor diabetes inducing frosting).  no seam rippling, no slippage…

no center back seam on the very no-fancy-pants pattern…

but yes pockets.  we have pockets.  which are EXCEEDINGLY HARD TO FIND, as they're cut all-in-one with the skirt panels.  the pesky pockets are probably the most exciting detail of this very meh pattern, vintage butterick 3100 sundress.  basically two rectangles with elastic.  i thought the gathers would be fun, hiding and revealing my animal friends, but whaddayaknow, there aren’t as many gathers as i expected.

honestly, i wish i’d chosen something a little more involved for this print, maybe some very wide leg flared lounge pants, but there was the matter of (unnecessary) fear of fabric, and the tres tricky print.  all too possible to end up with a leopard on one's ass.  and, i didn’t get near enough to allow for careful pattern placement.  something to think about, yo!  always buy extra when you’re buying insanity on a roll!

my seam ripper is itching for some work.  what do you think it oughta be reborn as???  the absolute cylon proportion of laurels going on has my trigger finger twitching...

the true monster in my closet

but hell if it isn't still in my closet, five years after making it.  cause, you know, i made it.

yes, damn it all to hell, i'm throwing my hat in the me made ring.  why must i proclaim it in such an irritable fashion?  because i need a kick in the ass to get my closet straight, it has been weighing on me forever, I DO NOT WANT TO FACE MY CLOSET, and zo's MMM is the perfect way to make  this mountain of an activity happen in a fun way.  as much as i need to cull the RTW stuff, there are some me mades that just don't get worn as well.  so, here go the pledge:

 'i, oonaballoona of www.oonaballoona.com, sign up as a participant of me-made-may '13.  i endeavour to take control of my beast of a closet, taking out the filler and leaving it filled only with things that i will actually wear/look good on me.  by the end of may, i hope to end up with a closet that's 40% "me", 60% "them", with an end-of-the-year goal being a closet that's 80% me.  i will wear a piece of "me" three times a week for the duration of may 2013, more if possible.'

so yeah, i haven't amped up my personal challenge wearing-wise, but the closet challenge is really going to be troublesome.  i sense much gnashing of teeth in my future.  mais, ruggy has a pitiful amount of space, and i've heard tell it's easier to dress when everything in front of me is a winner.  i'm not sure how i'll document my participation, but it will probably have something to do with alcohol.  maybe cocktail closet hour.  YEAH THAT OUGHTA DO IT.  game on, baby.

raise yo bloggers up

well hello there.  i want to thank everyone who left a comment on my last post-- i actually typed your last post, because the thoughtful comments were truly posts in themselves.  wonderful stuff.  thank you.

high time we got something happy up in here, and i don't know what says happy more than this shot of my girl meg the grand unexpectedly hoisting me up in the air at mood during her NY visit.

MEG IS QUITE TALL.

it's been said many times, and bears repeating many times again, the sewing blogisphere rocks the world.  our corner of the internet is the most supportive, encouraging place on the web.  we're fairly left of center when you consider the environment.  i think it's because we know how long it takes to create a garment, and how long it takes to get good.  let's face it, we're always good, just by the virtue of what we choose to learn, and the wonderful thing is, we can always get better.  gooder, if you will, and i will.  there is no ceiling to how good you can get.  maybe that's why there's no ceiling to how supportive we can be-- for the most part, of course, there's always a little salt to go around, it's what makes the sugar sweet.

so can i admit i was a wee bit salty when i saw maddie's shout out about a new huffington post article  giving props to their top seven sewing blogs?  YOU KNOW I'M A BRAT DON'T BE SURPRISED.  some of my very favorite ladies are there... did you make that, lucky lucille, tilly and the buttons, madalynne, lazy stitching, seamless, and new-to-me gorgeous murmur (love finding a new-to-me blog, it's like a prize).  and what's cool, and completely indicative of our community, is that we know most of these ladies by name: karen, rochelle, tilly.... and we call them friends.  friends that will hoist you up in the air, on the web, and in real life.

go check them out at huff post, my sugary, elevating cohorts!

(ps: just in case my tone isn't clear, i'm thrilled for the gang.  you know that right?  okay. good.)