Immersed in poetry. Lyrics and music by Hozier, prose by Atticus and Jewel. Writing my own in my head during my walks, then making their way to paper. Ultimately a resurgence of creativity in the atelier.
Finished enough French seams to add the beaded neck binding.
Came up with a new outfit idea inspired by AnyOldIron from Nashville, Tennessee. I was thinking of buying one of their sequined jumpsuits during my southern pilgrimage. Alas, that price is a little prohibitive, but…I can make something similar!
Born under the sign of Cancer
I am drawn to sparkles
Sunlight on water.
– J G Bryant
Sash making. What I find both frustrating and interesting when using repurposed fabric is dealing with and working around flaws. Take these holes for instance, I embroidered over them. Little details like these only add to the character of the garment.
These Frame denim jeans are handcrafted in Los Angeles. I purchased these at Nordstrom Rack in Boston for a RIDICULOUSLY low price. But, the time has come to customize. Flares will become skinnies. Then they need a dye job. Patching and embroidery may become involved. I’ve contemplated “punking” out one pair with randomly placed repurposed zippers.
I stand naked in front of the mirror
Squinted eyes scrutinize
Every detail like an art critique.
This is soft and squishy
I wish my breasts were better shaped
My ankles are nice.
Am I beautiful? Do I think so? Does anyone think so? Do I even care? Why do I care? What is beauty anyways?
My inner woman’s consciousness monologue to my inner psychologist.
I feel the stares
Do they think I’m ridiculous?
But nobody laughs, nobody scoffs, nobody says anything.
– J G Bryant