I think more than sewing/fashion/design, I love textiles. Saturday I went on the rampage for fabrics for the SalonCon dress, and managed to hit four stores in less than an hour. My routine was always the same:

1. Enter the store, gauge the light.
2. Check swatch.
3. Turn on crazy fabric laser eyes (I know it’s lame, but it’s the only way I have to describe looking at fabric in the back of a pile and knowing it’s the weave and weight you want).

The guy at the second store insisted that they had bronze/purple cross-dye silk, and brought me gold/purple.

“I’m sorry,” I said, “that’s too yellow for my fabric.”

“Check your swatch,” he said.

“I don’t have to, it’s too yellow.”

“Check!” he insisted.

I slapped the swatch on the counter, and he got an eyeful of really vomitous tonal contrast.

“I’ll check the back,” he offered lamely.

I will say this in defense of the second-store guy; never has such a seemingly innocuous dress been capable of such a shift in color. Looking at it now by artificial evening light, it is an entirely different color then the dress that was sitting there all day.

So a few days ago, I got a call from a friend. “I’m watching this Christian Bale movie, and it’s…should I hate it? I don’t even know what’s going on…”

“That’s Equilibrium,” I said, because let’s face it, few movies are simultaneously so awesome and so craptacular.

Nutshell: Turns out, in the future, people are really mean.

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Acceptable Subtitles:
The Dressening
My First SalonCon
Has Prom Taught Me Nothing?

I’m been talked into going to SalonCon. Apparently there’s a dance? And we all know what happens when I know there’s a dance – I decide to make my own dress and embark on an ill-advised misadventure!

I snagged this dress at Goodwill:

Now I have to alter it. Should I manage it, I’ll provide “After” pictures. If I fail, I’ll be showing up in something entirely different and you’ll never know what horrible things transpired in the depths of my sewing machine!

We’re headed into Ida’s brain for this week’s recap!

“It’s like Die Hard in a building.”
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I reviewed Copperhead for Fantasy. I think it says something that I had to start it six times before I could finish it. That thing is a drinking game waiting to happen.

Whenever a copperhead snake makes a noise like a rattlesnake – drink.

Whenever a copperhead snake makes a noise like a mountain lion – dear god, I’m begging you, drink.