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burntcopper) wrote2008-04-05 11:55 pm
burntcopper) wrote2008-04-05 11:55 pm
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costuming gripes and Nancys
...Have decided I hate buttons more than I hate pintucking and pinning in general. Possibly the fact that my machine's instructions gave no fucking indication that you had to turn the damn thing round once it had done one side, so I spent a very frustrating half hour attempting to master it.
However, aside from sewing the (now pintucked) sleeve edges, the Swiss Miss Wienerlicious outfit from Chuck is now done, aside from the neatening up of threadsnipping. And oh god. You know how it looks humiliating and the character is clearly gritting her teeth the entire time of wearing it at first (then just becomes resigned). This is not faked. At all. You feel so bloody stupid wearing it. Individually, or just, say, the top half, or the skirt on its own with a vest or bikini, not so bad. Together? AUGH. 'Hi, I'm cute and milkmaid-ish and some sort of fantasy, fly me!' This was confirmed when I was lacing the waist cincher-thingy over my t-shirt on the doorstep (because basking in the sun as a break from sewing and the near constant rain and wind is necessary), with the skirt on to test, the wind caught the door and slammed it. Front doorstep. No keys due to them being in my jeans pocket just inside the door. Had to go over to the next door neighbours' across the street to beg for spare key. She burst out laughing. And then laughed some more when the wind decided to catch at my skirt so I had to hold it down.
IDA : Keisha, WTF happened? Completely the wrong take on 'Get the Party Started'. You should have taken notes from Dame Bassey who we've been comparing you to, *and* Pink. It is not to be performed bouncy and giggly, it is to be performed like a diva.
Samantha, we love you even more - proven you can do poignant as well as balls out raunchy. Rachel, you stopped shouting and I love you. Especially when you manage to make 'Beautiful' an acted song that would work really well in a musical. Jessie, whee! you learnt about posture and went all cute and innocent. Jodie, you are utterly fabulous and need a recording career of some sort. Cleo, getting better every week. Ashley? Go. Go now. Bugger off.
Oh yeah, and Torchwood broke me.
However, aside from sewing the (now pintucked) sleeve edges, the Swiss Miss Wienerlicious outfit from Chuck is now done, aside from the neatening up of threadsnipping. And oh god. You know how it looks humiliating and the character is clearly gritting her teeth the entire time of wearing it at first (then just becomes resigned). This is not faked. At all. You feel so bloody stupid wearing it. Individually, or just, say, the top half, or the skirt on its own with a vest or bikini, not so bad. Together? AUGH. 'Hi, I'm cute and milkmaid-ish and some sort of fantasy, fly me!' This was confirmed when I was lacing the waist cincher-thingy over my t-shirt on the doorstep (because basking in the sun as a break from sewing and the near constant rain and wind is necessary), with the skirt on to test, the wind caught the door and slammed it. Front doorstep. No keys due to them being in my jeans pocket just inside the door. Had to go over to the next door neighbours' across the street to beg for spare key. She burst out laughing. And then laughed some more when the wind decided to catch at my skirt so I had to hold it down.
IDA : Keisha, WTF happened? Completely the wrong take on 'Get the Party Started'. You should have taken notes from Dame Bassey who we've been comparing you to, *and* Pink. It is not to be performed bouncy and giggly, it is to be performed like a diva.
Samantha, we love you even more - proven you can do poignant as well as balls out raunchy. Rachel, you stopped shouting and I love you. Especially when you manage to make 'Beautiful' an acted song that would work really well in a musical. Jessie, whee! you learnt about posture and went all cute and innocent. Jodie, you are utterly fabulous and need a recording career of some sort. Cleo, getting better every week. Ashley? Go. Go now. Bugger off.
Oh yeah, and Torchwood broke me.