my own little runway

early this morning, i sent my stunning leggy gorgeous friend off with ten creations to wear at a host of coachella parties this weekend.  best dressed is in the eye of the beholder, but she will certainly be the brightest thing there.

to be honest i don't know much about coachella, apparently it's like sundance for music, complete with many swank VIP pool parties and, you know, scenes.  even in my ignorance i was honored when she shyly asked if she could borrow something.  that someone wants to wear something i've made is always astounding!  because really, the pleasure is all mine-- as she emerged from my closet in dress after dress you could've knocked me over with a feather.  for one, it's surreal when another body slips something on, something i've painstakingly made to fit my body perfectly... AND IT FITS THEM.  effortlessly!  of course i know that's the point of RTW sizing, but i mean, we're not sewing RTW here.  part of the reason we sew is because off-the-rack doesn't fit our curves (as daughter fish points out, badonkadonks are varied and specific).  the hours spent getting the bubbles out that seem so particularly mine, the seam ripping and cursing... in the end i expect the dress to fit Moi And Moi Only.

but they just fell differently on Stunner Friend.  as we constantly assured each other how happy the whole dressup session made us, i told her it was like i was an artist, and seeing my clothing on her was like seeing my paintings in a museum.  it made me look at it in a new light.  a high beam spotlight.  

i'm pleased with a lot of what i make now, i think it's good enough to wear out in public and all, but seeing it on Stunner made me feel like a rockstar.

she has about ten parties to go to, and a dress for every single one if she wishes.  but i feel bad taking all of your dresses! she worried.  girl, the most i'm doing this weekend is sewing and maaaaaaybe going out to a movie. TAKE THEM, i assured her, lamenting my closet full of party dresses that never go out and no normal gear.  but that's your point of view, you have to create from that,  she declared.

it's true.  i don't like making everyday clothing.  and if i sew for pleasure, shouldn't i be making what i like?

here's where i could get behind sewing for others.  but then how do you make that jump... once the dress leaves, it doesn't come back?!  i did it once before and i pine for that dress like a bottle of chateau margot that went bad before it could be sipped.  i still think about how i might break in, knock her unconscious and steal it ask nicely for it back.  and by the way, one of Stunner's dresses is going home with her, the salvatore mad men dress (sans tie). she fell in love with it as i was draping it, her birthday was approaching, i was a little drunk, whaddayagonnado. actually, i told her i would make her something else, being far to greedy to offer it up.  but it's just perfect on her, and when she walked out in it i knew it was hers.

to have a little storefront on main street.  or a list of devoted clients that come by the studio. 

for now i'll dream about the weekend adventure my dresses are having, and sew up some more.  what are you daydreaming about?