I've been bizarrely sewing-ly constructive inbetween readings and home assignments, so after I raged at my Friday lecturers for not releasing next week's lesson plans [thereby thwarting my study schedule] I said "Fine! I'll do Yana/Miko's ***!" and set out to cut interfacing. 15 minutes later I rummaged around and said, "I think I'm out of black drill."
silencestation said, "What? Impossible!" and I said, "Yes, I know." and Jun said, "It's probably because our cloth is all over the place. Why don't you clear up the stuff, you'll probably find it sometime."
So it's about a day later and I have 8 drawers of tidied-up cloth and I have confirmed that indeed, I do not have any black drill on hand, nor any substitute like canvas or cotton. The irony burns at my past gothy tendencies; the black leather, suede, silk, satin and vinyl are all laughing at me. Whatever I'm going to get some tomorrow after class. ಠ_ಠ
Anyway, with this clearing I now have a pathetic little bin of the most hideous cloth [largely leftovers from the time the Spotlight ladies really liked me and gifted me scraps, or from cosplays]; I have deigned to submit and do sigh actual prototypes for stuff I sew....so that means for every piece of BJD clothing that henceforth shows up, you will know there is a horrific purple/hot pink version of it sitting in our house, awaiting burnination.
Right now I have Miko and his esteemable sister Rennes sitting on my serger in a pantomime of "ILU my little brother/Get away from me you ho"ness, and the Tsukasa headmould's ability to pretend to be the Mari/o headmould's sibling makes me happy. But I'm too lazy to take a photo of that so here's Rennes with a crapton of new shoes, assisted by
mushrooms:

The irony is that we don't even like buying shoes. As it is, Rennes' shoes are occupying about 1/3 of shoe-drawer space. Women.
Time to check out the school system again, to see if my slacker profs have done anything about next week's content... #@*(#.
So it's about a day later and I have 8 drawers of tidied-up cloth and I have confirmed that indeed, I do not have any black drill on hand, nor any substitute like canvas or cotton. The irony burns at my past gothy tendencies; the black leather, suede, silk, satin and vinyl are all laughing at me. Whatever I'm going to get some tomorrow after class. ಠ_ಠ
Anyway, with this clearing I now have a pathetic little bin of the most hideous cloth [largely leftovers from the time the Spotlight ladies really liked me and gifted me scraps, or from cosplays]; I have deigned to submit and do sigh actual prototypes for stuff I sew....so that means for every piece of BJD clothing that henceforth shows up, you will know there is a horrific purple/hot pink version of it sitting in our house, awaiting burnination.
Right now I have Miko and his esteemable sister Rennes sitting on my serger in a pantomime of "ILU my little brother/Get away from me you ho"ness, and the Tsukasa headmould's ability to pretend to be the Mari/o headmould's sibling makes me happy. But I'm too lazy to take a photo of that so here's Rennes with a crapton of new shoes, assisted by

The irony is that we don't even like buying shoes. As it is, Rennes' shoes are occupying about 1/3 of shoe-drawer space. Women.
Time to check out the school system again, to see if my slacker profs have done anything about next week's content... #@*(#.
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