The Sif jacket with sleeves! The back:
The sleeves seem to fit a bit funny because I am shorter than the dress form allows for. :p
Today marks an important day for word users and language speakers everywhere. It’s National Grammar Day! There are all kinds of ways to celebrate this special occasion: Proofread an e-mail message before you hit “send.” Show some Facebook friends you care by correcting their grammatical mistakes in the comments section of their posts. Read a grammatical page-turner, like Woe Is I or Eats, Shoots & Leaves. Try your hand at a quick Facebook editing contest hosted by Grammarly, called “Edit This.” Or, for goodness’ sake, just take care to craft a structurally sound sentence with all your commas and apostrophes in the right places.
In honor of the holiday, here are 10 heartfelt sentiments to send to someone you love. Enjoy!
In honor of the day, tell us—which grammatical mistake makes your skin crawl?
I’d like to introduce you to a little project of mine that’s been bouncing around for a little while in my head, and hanging around on the dress form in my room, taunting me with its incompleteness!
It all started back in December with this image of Sif, from Thor: Dark World:
As soon as I saw her armor, I knew I had to do something with it. It’s so tough and pretty, I knew I wanted a jacket with similar colors and lines.
I had just been loaned the dress form by a friend over the holidays, so I thought I would try my hand at using it to put a pattern together (rather than my usual, sketch, measure, math, sketch, cut, cry, re-measure, cut, sew, cry, undo, cry, give up, return three months later and kinda sorta finish it)… It took a while for me to figure it out (and avoid being too costume-y/cosplay-ey) but I finally got it down to something I liked with minimal wasted newspaper.
I had trouble finding images of the back, this being one of the few I did find:
So I kind of drafted what I thought would suit the front, keeping the separate pieces for the top part / shoulder, and the arrow detail which would allow for some accent color.
I settled on a grey suiting material and red suede for the accents.
Sewing it together was fun and slightly nerve-wracking. I’m happy to say I used all original pieces except the very front bust. The original center-front pattern I drafted was too close-fitting on the bust for a jacket (more like a dress), so I switched three pieces out for one.
Here is a first look before the sleeves are added:
I’m pretty happy with it! 🙂 I think it’s going to be a pretty good Sif-inspired jacket. Not too bad for my first real try with the dress form, I think.
It’s still a work in progress, though… I’ll keep you posted as things progress!
I read this blog post, and was disappointed (but not surprised) that someone would be excluded from social groups engaged in challenging sexism… because she liked red lipstick and heels.
This makes no sense to me. I can understand analyzing and critiquing cultural practices from the historical lense of patriarchy, sexism and mysogyny, but I can’t understand attacking / excluding someone from the struggle because of an analysis about something so superficial! Shouldn’t we be discussing poverty, reproductive rights, education, rape culture, domestic violence and equality in the workplace?
The blog post reminded me of the first time I played mas at Caribana (dressed up in a costume to dance down Lakeshore to soca music with my friends). I had heard a lot of critique from people saying it was about looking “sexy” (presumably, for men), or it was “performing” (presumably, for white people). It wasn’t any of those things, and I loved it so much I’ve done it every year since. I love the music, I love the camraderie, I love the sunshine, and the freedom. The road is filled 80% with women of all colors, shapes and sizes who look gorgeous and think you look gorgeous, and you can jump up with strangers and run around with your flag and it’s okay, and it’s fun.
All this to say… I think people judge other people and their intentions and preferences based on their own experiences. If they don’t see a purpose behind red lipstick or heels other than attracting / appeasing men, then they don’t see how you possibly can. If they see a Caribana costume and don’t care to see the spirit, love and community on the road, then they’re not going to get that it’s more than meets the eye.
And really, it’s their loss. We’re more than our bodies and how we present them. We’re people, we’re complex and multifaceted. But if we don’t ask questions, listen or try to understand, we’ll miss out on not only wonderful people, but on the kinds of perspectives and narratives that can make us fuller, better people with open minds.
Great piece considering my writing for the competition was read by a bunch of family and friends as I bit my nails with the anxiety! Ha!
Rupa is sixteen years old. Rupa has a lot of passion for life. Rupa thinks she is a writer. Rupa keeps a pocket book handy at all times in case her inspirations escape from the leaky recesses of her brain and she fails to catch them in flight.
So Rupa has been scribbling for a while, mostly about love, passion, roses. At social gatherings, her parents often urge her to read out her poetry. It’s probably her imagination but she’s been noticing a lot of people heading towards the food or feeling suddenly thirsty the moment her parents mention her most recent inspired moments.
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Friends, writing is hard, sometimes. I see people writing books and writing them well, and quickly, and moving through the process in a year’s time (or less, if we’re talking NaNoWriMo – did I get that right?).
But I find it so difficult. Maybe I have really bad writing habits… I’m thinking these are my top 5 worst traits:
1. I write more than one thing at a once. This, of course, detracts from a single piece because my writing time is split up. It also means I have to spend more time reminding myself where I am in the story since several other stories are also bouncing around in my head.
2. I don’t write in chapters / sequentially. I don’t even draft chapters as placeholders. I kind of get inspired to write one particular scene or story arch. The novel I’m currently working on (and determined to finish in 2014) is being written less like pouring water in a glass, and more like rain trickling down a window. Each chapter gets a bit of love, but nothing is complete or fully done.
3. I don’t keep track of word-counts. I used to do this, but since I’ve started each chapter as a separate documents (and separate documents for “thoughts” or “ideas” or “lines”), it’s harder to keep track of my progress, which can sometimes be discouraging, since you never feel like you’re getting anywhere…
4. I am at the whims of inspiration. I only really work on my novel when I’m inspired. When I want to work on it but am not feeling particularly inspired, I go back and edit down the language and re-think the plot, the characters, what their motives are and where they’re going… which is great, and all, but no words are actually written so I don’t progress.
5. I don’t make time for writing, or make writing a priority. I feel awful bailing on loved ones because I want to write. I also want to live life – and from life comes inspiration. But attending everything and never saying “no” means I have no time for writing, or am really too tired to write with the little time I do have (mentally, and physically as my eyes have begun to dry out / blur/ water when I’m in front of screens for 8+ hours a day…).
…Now that I started writing this list, I can think of hundreds of other things I do to sabotage myself and my writing. Sigh.
As you have guessed, I’m way behind on my 1500 words / week goal for this month with regards to my novel. I did finish a short story, but that isn’t meant to count in this goal. I’ve got tomorrow, basically, so I’m hoping I can at least get 1500 words in to alleviate some of my guilt!
Big challenge for February – CHECK!
I wrote a thing and sent it off to a contest. I should know how I did in April… fingers crossed, thumbs held! 🙂 AH!
Roleplay games are strangely addictive! Playing this one inspired our own roleplay game my sister and I are currently throwing together. 🙂
For my birthday earlier this month, I had some friends over to play Tenra Bansho Zero, a hyper-Asian tabletop RPG that was released in North America last year after a very successful Kickstarter. This would be my first time playing it as well as my first time as a Game Master. I’ve been interested for some time in taking part in a tabletop game like Dungeons and Dragons, but I could never organize a group, and I wanted to take part as a player, not a GM. However, as I read up on Tenra Bansho, it sounded like a game I could put together despite having no experience. The GM would need to know the rules, of course, but the story could be left in the players’ hands. Let me explain: the story is told as if the players are performing in a play. The GM (or player if he…
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