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I have done so much sewing in the last few weeks.
I made a massive petticoat for Vendetta back at the end of July. Serious petticoat. Knee length, about six layers of different tulles and netting, with a satin waistband and a monster collection of ribbony trims and little bows sewn on by hand. I, in all my infinite wisdom, made it from scratch without a pattern, and after the end I wiped by brow and gazed upon it.
"What glory I have wrought!" I thought to myself, "but fuck, I am never sewing something that involved without a pattern again."
Fast forward to the Bloodlust Ball...
( Yeah, we all know where this is going... )
I made a massive petticoat for Vendetta back at the end of July. Serious petticoat. Knee length, about six layers of different tulles and netting, with a satin waistband and a monster collection of ribbony trims and little bows sewn on by hand. I, in all my infinite wisdom, made it from scratch without a pattern, and after the end I wiped by brow and gazed upon it.
"What glory I have wrought!" I thought to myself, "but fuck, I am never sewing something that involved without a pattern again."
Fast forward to the Bloodlust Ball...
( Yeah, we all know where this is going... )
