Textiles.
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).…
Questionable Taste Theatre: “Equilibrium”
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.…
New Project
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.…
The Middleman: “The Clotharian Contamination Protocol”
We’re headed into Ida’s brain for this week’s recap! “It’s like Die Hard in a building.”…
No Objectivity: “Copperhead”
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.…
Questionable Taste Theatre: “Brave New World”
My taste is weird. We all know this by now. But sometimes my taste is downright invisible. I’ll often see something and think, “That’s crazy!”, and for several years I will mention it to anyone who might possibly have seen it, and dozens of people give me that pitying look that lets me know I’m in a bout of Fassbender Syndrome.…