Sewing: red fleece, part 2

Here's what happens when I get an idea in my head:

I'd seen a picture of a lobster-ifide infant in a kettle, and thought it was hilarious. Go on, judge me. There's a surprising number of lobster costumes online (go on, search for it.. you'll be surprised!), and decided that I couldn't justify the price, and I wanted a project anyway. I realized that the costume was basically a bag with sleeves and a hood. McCall's 5963 served as a great basic pattern. I changed the shape of the bunting to add the lobster tail, and made tubes of fabric for the little legs and antennae, and attached claws on the folded hand-parts, and attached the chest piece with velcro. A little topstitching for ridges on the exoskeleton.

Hmm, that sounds like a lot. Actually, it wasn't as hard as I thought. Fleece is pretty forgiving, doesn't need edge-finishing, and the whole costume was not form-fitting, so measurements didn't have to be that particular.

The biggest problem is that the lovely lined (i.e. double-layered) fleece is really, really warm. If we lived in the upper-Midwest where I grew up, I'd be okay taking him around the neighborhood in the big soup kettle. But we don't. So I have to unzip my little crustacean for the evening. He's okay with that.

Sewing: red fleece

Hmmm... what's this?

Has she lost her mind? Piles of red fleece and orange thread?? By the way, did you know that fleece sheds like crazy? Yes, I should have guessed that my fleece jacket, which shed like crazy for a while would not shed as much as actually cutting pieces of fleece. Well, more incentive to vacuum later.

It's not for me. Okay, it's sorta for me, in that I think I will get a kick out of the results. I know this goes against the advice from the Selfish Seamstress, but I'm still a novice in both the sewing and selfish sewing.

Gardening: tomatoes!

Summer is awesome!

that.is.all.

Gardening: The artificially-enhanced growing muscle

After last year's bounty, I must admit that my expectations for this year were pretty low (it's so much easier to exceed low expectations).

However, something unexpected occurred: the advent of a solarium / greenhouse. What's the difference between a solarium and a greenhouse? According to dictionary.com, a greenhouse is therapeutic for plants, and a solarium is therapeutic for people. So when I sit out there with my tomato plants and read a book, I guess it's a greenium or a solariouse. Take your pick.

Wait. Was that "tomato plants"?

Yes, yes, there are

Two of the five plants are only six feet tall. "Only" because I had to chop off the tops because they were pressed against the ceiling and/or they were collapsing under their own weight. They are all staked, but the stakes' 4.5 feet aren't providing a lot of support for the tops of the plants. You know, the tops, where a lot of the tomatoes grow:

This particular string of cherry tomatoes has 23 budding fruits, which will make a lovely orange salad for me later (unless I eat them one by one as they ripen, which is a distinct possibility). Still working out how to determine when the green zebra tomates are ripe... hmm...

Sewing (sorta): domesticity

Yes, it's been far too long for the two people who actually read this. I know you've been dying for updates. Ha ha.

Since January (the last entry here), there's been a lot going on in TheRealLife. Here's part of what I managed to sew since then:

Now, you might say, "Gee, those look like lovely curtains from Pier 1. Did you get a new job??" And I'll say, "Noooooo, look closely!" And you'll squint and say, "But I don't see a difference!" I'll pay you the money later.

And the reality is, they werer purchased from said retailer... but I hemmed them! I also lined them with blackout fabric for this east-facing window. This had the unintended effect of giving the curtains a nice heft that the original polyester didn't possess.

I also blacked-out a few other windows and sewed some squares to cover other windows, but they're not as exciting-looking. There's one set of windows that's being covered by fabric and bulldog binder clips. Hey, don't knock the working jerry-rigged solution!

Sewing: B&W&P dress finished!

Here it is!

Okay, it's actually been done for a couple of months. And then it got cold, and I'm pretty much a wimp when it comes to voluntarily being chilled merely for pictures. So, you'll have to be satisfied with a non-human-modeling of the dress.

It turned out pretty cute. Perhaps it's a little high-school-dance-ish, but maybe I can get away with that look for a few more years (or not, and I'll look like the crazy middle-aged lady who thinks she's way younger than she looks). Other than the now-realized-somewhat-obnoxious-print, it's a good experience in doing weird little seams, as well as the seam bindings. I probably should have done a more invisible hem, but I wanted it done and didn't see an easy way to hem it securely.

Maybe at some point, I'll get brave enough to try a grown-up pattern, like Simplicity or Vogue...

Baking: Thanksgiving

We do Thanksgiving... big. This entails inviting everyone who doesn't have their own friends/family thing to go to. This year was only 16 people, so smaller than other years (and larger than others), but we'll still take it. Besides the normal turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, greens, and so on, my bragging rights really come after dinner. Here's part of the reason I haven't been sewing:

The pear-pomegranate pie in front is mine. The next is a friend's pumpkin cheesecake, a bowl of fresh persimmons, another friend's pumpkin whoopie pies, and my (boring but requisite and tasty) pumpkin pie. Besides the amazing tastiness of the pear pie (it went away quickly!), a lot of people commented on the lattice top. I've never had a problem with doing a lattice (although parts of me want to do fancy braiding things with skinnier strings of dough... wonder if kumihimo is a possibility). I always wonder how people do the dough leaf-cut-out things, because mine never look like leaves, even if I follow a pattern.

You'd think that the plethora of orange food would have brought out our inner Oompa Loompas... fortunately no.