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Fashion School Fashion Show.
A little bittersweet.
It looked great though!

en bref

What a tiring-exhausting day.
Too much walking, my feet hurt.
Too much wind, my eyes got all watery.
Too many long floats in my fabric, freakin' sliding all over the place.

Three 9:oo-11:oo evenings at Lasalle, and the dress looks dreadful.
Going to have to eat copious amounts of Easter chocolates to make up for this bitter garment-creating disaster.

Week 1 of school completed

Not a full week, but nevertheless.
I'll try my best to stick with it this time around.
Other than the few times I felt a little nauseous, I have a good feeling bout this returning.

It's worth another shot ? .

[sew] Pants for Class

In need of ironing. They have yet to be graded (in the scholastic-mark sense). I'm not a size ten, thus the belted and loose-isity of the garment. Also the flat butt, I could blame it on poorly sewn darts, but alas, its more a question of genetics im afraid.

[ __ ] When winter break may have been a little too long

“I don’t want to go to school. I want to stay home with you. I want to play with my friends. And play with my toys. And read my books. And swing my swing. Please may I stay home with you?”

[sew] The first projects from school

So trough the busy learning and messing up and re-trying s of school, I managed to spit out a few "garments" and numerous numerous patterns (many of which will never blossom into anything at all. just stuck, on paper).

Voici my skirt. Ive also made a plum coloured variation of it, this is just the muslin. May not seem like much, but its my first pattern ever!


(in need of ironing)

and I finished my blouse. Still feel a little nautious every time I look at the tropical punch fabric. The school gave me 5meters worth at the begining of the semester. Had to use it for something, non?

[ __ ] oh L'école!

Arn`t I too old to go back to school?
Feels like it's been years.
I start next week, so hopefully it will have sunken in by then, and I won't be wandering aimlessly around campus, meandering into random classrooms in my sedated state of summer-cant-be-over-yet mentality.

Most students only begin mid august, so for the most part the halls are empty and quiet. It turns out there are just a handful of other students taking the same particular program schedule as I, many less than I had expected.

As well as conflicting with my available work hours, much to my boss' un-amusement, I'll be switching courses in under a month. So quite a lot of changes. I'm not complaining. Well okay, yeah I seem to be. But really I shouldn't be. It's what I have wanted, so I'm gonna go for it.

This is quite the boring Blog post, I apologize.

Oh- I got my ID card! Looks fab-you-luss.. sorta.



It is a Big improvement over my Retired-con-woman with an underlying Stalker feel of my medicare card picture.

Or the On-the-verge-of-tears-orphan-child of my black&white passport photo.