Too make my night more frustrating, my method of constructing the flower garland that attaches to the front of the skirt wasn't very strong, so it came apart during one of our more vigorous dances. I ended up having to take parts of it off and pin a couple of small bouquets onto my dress. Also, my cage crinoline was not done before I finished the skirt, so the shapes of the two (skirt and crinoline) did not correspond correctly, causing my skirt to lift strangely in the back. I know I'm a big baby, but it definitely dampened my spirits to have the dress I had intended to be rather spectacular fail spectacularly. Yes, I like attention, and yes, it probably only failed particularly spectacularly in my own mind, but none of that changes my disappointment at the time.
|The beginning of the night--the garlands hadn't broken yet, but you can definitely see the odd way the braces were falling off my shoulders|
|This shows the lift at the back of my skirt from the crinoline and skirt not really matching the way they should. On a more positive note, it also shows my hair and hairpiece, which I did like.|
|This is after the garland broke. In my opinion, the skirt falls a little flat without it.|
Just this weekend, Jon and I went to a steampunk themed game night at a friend's house, and of course, Jon and I don't need much excuse to wear costumes. And we each have a few different steampunk costumes already, but we also don't need much excuse to come up with new costumes. Mine was mostly parts of costumes I've worn before, but in a day, I made a new skirt out of one of our old bedsheets. The fitted sheet was worn out, but the fabric of the flat sheet was still good, and it had a sateen (satin weave, but made of cotton) stripe that I liked. I got lucky and had many yards of trim that Jon won for me once that matched the sheet quite well. I used the same pattern for this skirt as for my embroidered red one; I just omitted the train because I wanted it to be more of a walking skirt. I think it turned out nicely.
|Jon wanted to pretend to be doing a photoshoot of me.|
|And of course we like dancing poses|
|Jon is incurably silly.|
|Jon and me with his sister and cousin, who were also at the party|