Tis the season...
This small regency gown was put together as a rather drastic holiday from reality during my final fortnight of grad school presentations. Unsurprisingly, is an unholy mess of bad construction decisions (and no lining under that crepe silk bodice? Really?!)
It gives me enormous happiness anyway. It was FUN.
(And hey, Felicity is the least prima-donna of my AG dolls. It’s Addy who has standards for couture. Felicity will model anything.)
I traced the shape of the hat brim onto purple silk taffeta, leaving about an inch of seam allowance at the edges. I cut roughly out a hole for the crown, then stitched the silk down at the outer edge of the brim, smoothing and folding the seam allowance over to the underside of the hat. After that, I sewed the silk to the inner edge of the brim, tight against the crown of the hat.
Next, I covered the crown with a square of purple silk taffeta, smoothed and
pinned my way around and over the edge of the crown.
I stitched the silk down tightly against the base of the crown and cut away the excess. Because the hat will be covered in billows of silk gauze, you don't need to make a clean finish here. You won't see it.
Once the hat was lined, I had to trim it. I use the words "had to," because I ran into technical difficulties almost immediately.
I'd planned to make my 'brain' out of a rather elegant gold-striped silk gauze, but the gauze fabric was lousy.
I'd purchased the fabric from a
highly-regarded retailer who had previously sold me wonderful fabrics, but this
particular gauze arrived as a loose, irregular weave, woven from a stiff,
coarse thread and the raw edges of this fabric didn't fray - they splintered,
shattering open when I cut the stuff, or lifted the stuff, or touched it, or,
cross my heart,even looked at it sideways from underneath my eyelashes. Commercial fray-check products didn't help at
all -the threads of the weave were so far apart that it was like dabbing glue
onto the end of a broom, and it was just about as useful.
For the ruffle along the edge of the brim, a conventional hem
was clearly right out of the question - when you put a needle through the
horrible stuff, the thread dragged out channels and drove puckers into the
cloth.
Eventually I worked out I could press - carefully - a half-inch fold without
losing more than 1/4 or 3/8 of an inch to the shattering problem, and I could
hold it - carefully - in place with a running stitch. If you didn't look too close.
For the brain I reckoned I'd have less trouble - puddling on a pile of the
stuff would hide the fraying edges beneath the puddle, and despite the
looseness of the weave, the gauze was so crisp that it would - surely - stand
up in lovely folds and puffs!
And it did. Unfortunately, there was one
more little problem: the weave of that damn gauze was so loose that my
pinhead were sliding right through - even my biggest clover quilting pins were
passing through like hot steel through a blob of butter, and pretty
soon I had a high balloon of gauze with
pins stuck to a straw shell underneath it, and
naturally, working a pin back out wasn't half as effortless as
watching it slight right in!
At this point I felt committed beyond point of return (please don’t argue here
about the economy of sunk costs. By now I wasn't a rational actor in any way, form or shape - so I pinned and I
stitched (and don't ask how the stuff handled the stitching either, thank you) and I
pinned, and I pinned and I stitched, and I stitched, and wherever the stitching
really wouldn't hold I stuck a pink bow,
- and then because I didn't even want to
look at that horrible gauze anymore I abandoned the ruffle and bound the hat in
a gold satin ribbon, and when I sat up to take a breath, it looked
GOOD.
And you'd think that would be the end of it, wouldn't you?
I went away and did something else for a day or two, and felt pretty good about
the whole thing, really I did, but then I came back to the hat to stitch a pair
of ribbon ties to the underside, and I found that that bloody BLOODY gauze had
slipped its stitching in several places and was popping up where it shouldn't
be popping, so I had to sit down again and stitch it down again, and when I
sat up again, the stupid bloody brain was held down all right, but
there was absolutely almost no froof left in it whatsoever. All my big billows and puffs had been deflated into something that looked a
something like a collapsed pudding and something like a big gauze cowpat.
At this point there
was absolutely no enthusiasm left in ME whatsoever either.
Even worse, my puffy pink bows stood out like a bouquet of sore pink thumbs. I bound the brim edge with pink ribbon layered over the gold, to tie it all together, but now that hat looked like a freaking melted Neapolitan ice-cream.
It was NOT a good moment.
I walked away again for another day or two.
And then I was done. I stuck that
stupid wonky ruffle onto the edge of the hat so that it looked more like a
deliberate sort of mess and less like a flat pudding on a purple plate
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I
would be the first to admit that I am not a natural knitter. I jam, I
drop, I snag, I lose count, and worst of all,
I don't have any fun while I'm doing it. But thirteen and a half
years ago, I walked into a yarn store in Vancouver, and I fell in love. The yarns in that shop yarns were so
soft - so colorful and so soft -
With wool like this, I felt, I could definitely become a knitter. Arms full of skeins and hanks
of fluffy, gently-rainbow-colored heaven, I told my husband I was ready - I was
really, truly, definitely ready-
My husband petted the softness and loudly admired the colors and promised me that if I could finish ONE scarf, he'd bring me back to Vancouver and let me buy ALL the yarn in the whole shop.
Twelve years later, I took my scarf to the house of a friend who knits and begged her to help me finish it. My husband is a pretty good judge of my knitting aptitude, I reckon.
My twelve-year scarf is very beautiful. It is striped in bright magenta-and-turquoise-emerald rainbow colors, and it is worked in wide ribs of knit-two, purl-two, and it has a sweet lettuce-like ruffle on both ends. It is so beautiful that you would hardly notice where the knit-two purl-two becomes knit-two purl-one or purl-one knit-three, and I think that these little variations give it depth and character and stop it looking mechanical, as if it were something off a knitting machine or bought in a shop. A scarf should speak of life, and if this one is talking about twelve years spent mostly rolled up in the back of a cupboard and me trying to pretend it wasn't there? Let those stitches breathe a little, I say. Let that knit-two-whoops-where'd-the-purl-go lift up its head and yell.
Valentina, my Santiago knitting friend, is at the other end of the knitting spectrum to myself. Valentina can knit a hat in three hours and a cable-ribbed herringbone lace stitch sweater in a week. She can intuit a pattern from a twenty-second look at a photograph in a magazine, and knit it for herself without needing the intermediary steps of making a pattern - or even a diagram - first. She knits without looking. She knits in the dark. She truly believes that she operates at a normal, accessible level, and my fumblings with knit and purl were, to her, unfathomable.
Just a little something Valentina whipped up over a weekend - because it felt good. |
The way that I knit involves flapping both arms like wings and letting go of the needles every time I loop the thread. For Valentina, it must have been like a Rolls Royce mechanic watching a beat up little Yugo struggle up the road with its muffler hanging out on the asphalt and big holes knocked into its oil pan. When I knit, there is a lot of heavy breathing, and I have to stop regularly to massage out the finger cramps. When Valentina knits, her arms and fingers look like they're dancing, and watching her fingers glide through movements utterly unlike any sort of knitting I had ever known, I began to feel a faint inkling that there might be something in it after all. Doing it her way might not actually be horrible.
I accidentally voiced that thought aloud, and after I'd cast off my last stitch on my rainbow- colored scarf, she told me I would have to make another one. And after one more afternoon of watching her fingers dancing, I said yes.
Beyond Valentina,
support has been somewhat thin. My
husband, his voice oozing sympathy like thick, warm honey, told me that I ought
to make a little visit to the super-high-end Peruvian alpaca store. Alongside the indecently expensive alpaca sweaters,
they apparently sell yarn as well. He said that if I’m going to spend
another 12 years making a second scarf, it needs to be WORTH it.
It took a further 18 months, but when I was in Santiago last month, I
called his bluff and went to the Peruvian alpaca shop, where sweaters are
knitted from the tears of baby angels, and the shawls might be the very angels themselves. I
played with skeins of powder-blue yarn so sweetly soft that I cried tears of my own as I touched them, and to my shock, while angel tear sweaters may be
priced higher than platinum, the value must all be in the knitting, because the
yarn itself was no more expensive than the ordinary sheep stuff I'd bought in
Toronto 12 years ago.
I bought 6 skeins. Valentina will look at me proudly, and when it is done, my husband will have to wear it, and every single angel tear around his neck will fall with a sound, and that sound will be "So THERE."
Paper fans and polka dots.
I spent an afternoon with a tape measure, a pencil and sharpie pens in gold, silver and bronze! The pen tips are now worn and flattened out and going fuzzy around the edges, but look at the lovely results!
This presented a certain difficulty. There are a lot of companies that don't
ship to Chile, and unfortunately, Angelus is one of them. Eventually I found a
seller on Mercado Libre who had a crate of it, and for an absolutely
extortionary price, I paid to have one single bottle shipped from Santiago to
Iquique.
I was dubious about it, but when it arrived it was either the best fake I've
ever seen - down to serial numbers and original Angelus shipping paper, or it
was the real thing. Either way, I hadn't much of a choice. The shoes were
lighting up the inside of my closet. I
wiped them carefully for dust bunnies, applied a layer of matte glaze and put
them under a tipped over tupperware crate to dry. And then I did it twice
more.
The glaze was dimmed - not shut down, but dimmed. The shoes were still bright
and shiny, but it was the shiny that a really diligent shoe polisher could get
with wax and elbow grease- not a violently modern space age plastic
shine.
Step 6: Trimming the Shoes
I trimmed my yellow
1790s shoes with pink petersham ribbon. I had two widths of it - 5/8"
inches to be doubled over around the shoe opening and 3/8" inches to mark
the center back and side seams. The
ribbon was glued on with Fabri-tac glue.
If you haven't used it before, you need to know straight up - Fabri-tac is the devil. The literal devil. It sets almost instantaneously, but it comes
out in gobs so it needs to be spread out, and that particular combination of
qualities is awful.
I found the best method to be running a bead of glue along my glue-line, then
spreading it out with a finger or a palette knife, then running over it a
second time to remove any remaining globs that could soak thru the ribbon, and
then pressing the fabric onto the glue line.
Beginning with the short back and side seams, I turned the raw edge of the 3/8" ribbon under, tacked it in
place with a dab of glue, and then glued the strip in place, folding the top
edge over the lip of the shoe and holding that down with a large
glob.
Next I bound the open edge (Rim? Shoe cavity? Foot hole?) with the 5/8" ribbon. Working in short sections, I glued the ribbon to the inside of the lip. Once it was in place, and working again in sections, I folded the ribbon over to the outside and glued it down, again working in small sections, and pressing it down with sewing clips.
Or almost - I wanted pompoms on the toes.
I largely followed Frolicking Frocks' tutorial for this. I made four pompoms out of silk embroidery floss, tied them off in the center,
and layered them on a pair of shoe clip blanks: two pompoms per blank, stacked
cross-ways.
Once they were stitched tight, I cut the loops and trimmed the shaggy
edges.
I'd covered a pair of American pennies in a scrap of silk for the centers, but my pom-poms were rather small. I only had one skein of pink silk floss, and carefully portioning it out into four pom-poms left 'em definitely on the petite side. Not even wishful thinking could make it work.
In my button box I found a
pair of small mother of pearl shank buttons, so I stitched them on in place of
the silk buttons.
And - Voila! all over again - these shoes have gone from cotton-candy sweet to bleeding ADORABLE.
Up in Reno last September, I was lucky enough to score a pair of American Duchess Kensington shoes on Poshmark. I've always liked the idea of using bright yellow as a neutral shoe color, and this pair seemed a very good opportunity to color myself a pair of bright yellow mid-century shoes.
I've never worked with leather before- in any manner- so I did a lot of reading. Most costumers seem to favor paint, but a few use leather dye. Both approaches seemed reasonably reasonable, so I took myself off to the Reno Tandy leather store, where dithering over the racks of paints and dyes, I was approached by a fellow most GLORIOUSLY decked out in a leather apron painted in all sorts of swirls and swatches. We had a talk about the merits of dye vs paint and which would wear best - by which I mean I mentioned both options, and he asked if I'd worked with leather before, and on hearing me say "No, but -" stopped me at the "no" and told me in no uncertain terms that as a first timer, I would definitely be going home with the leather paints.
I came home to Chile with bottles of Angelus leather preparer, Angelus leather finisher
and Angelus leather paint. I also came home with
a second pair of shoes. I didn't want to
jump straight to my precious Kensingtons, so I went on ebay and bought an
inexpensive pair of Sam Edelman leather flats to use as a test bunny for all my
new bottles. With a little luck, my 1790s Green Blob gown would also end up with a lovely pop of yellow peeping out from below the
hem.
Back home, I worked on the two pairs at once -
testing each step on the flats, and then moving onto the Kensingtons. This post will be warts and all
description of what I did and how it did it.
My hope is that my process - mistakes, corrections and the lot - may
prove useful for anyone else thinking about a pair of custom colored historical
shoes!
Step One: Prepping the Leather.
The first order of business was to remove existing glaze and polish. It was a straightforward operation: I put some Angelus leather Preparer/Deglazer
solution on a clean rag, and wiped carefully over the shoes. I wiped down all 4 shoes, and
then I did it again, just to make certain I had caught all the folds and wrinkles in the leather.
The stuff works pretty much instantaneously - you can see and you can feel the
difference between the polished and the deglazed shoe.
In fact, so powerful is this stuff, that I left the rag sitting on the toe of
one of the flat shoes for all of 10 seconds while I put the lid back on the bottle,
and it stripped right through the glaze and the leather dye, leaving a large
irregular mark that took several extra layers of paint to cover up.
I found this
accident quite reassuring. Clearly, if I really screwed up with my paint job, I
would have absolutely no problem stripping my work and starting
again.
Caveat: Later, when I began
painting the Kensingtons, I discovered that I had not removed all of the
original glaze. The paint was skating
over patches of leather like watercolor paint over a wax resist.
I was thorough about this. I was VERY thorough about this - cutting and pressing many infinitesimal bits of painters tape onto the curves of the heels on the Kensington shoes, and I will say up front that this was probably the biggest mistake that I made in the whole exercise:
Angelus leather paint is an acrylic paint. This means that it doesn't sink into the surface of the leather. It sits on it and makes a film on top of the shoe - and on top of the tape where I splashed over the edge of the heel, and when I removed the tape at the end of the paint job, I ripped entire strips of paint away with it. The way some costumers ended up painting the edges of their shoe soles black at the end of the whole process started making a whole lot more sense.
Step 3: Painting the Shoes
I didn't want to use the yellow color straight out of the Angelus bottle. I
wanted a softer, more lemon-y shade.
In a lidded plastic tub, I mixed yellow with white, and thinned it out with water. The tutorials had recommended quite a thin mix - and here, again, I overdid it, and mixed up a lovely thin glaze of color that painted on without streaking or lumping, but when I had reached 10 coats on the flat shoes, I realized I may have gone just a little off the rails, and I left the lid off of the paint tub to evaporate some of the water out.
DO use thin coats. It doesn't have to be translucently thin, but it needs to be thin enough to flow cleanly over the shoe without stippling or streaking. I did find that a smaller brush tended to result in less streaking than a large one.
I found that the best results came from letting the paint dry completely
between coats. It is quite humid where I live, and I found the best thing was
to lay down a coat of paint, seal the lid on the plastic paint tub, and walk
away and do something else for 15-30 minutes. Take your time, go gently, and
build your color.
When you come back to the next coat, make sure to stir your paint before you
apply the next one! The paint pigments have different densities, and if you
don't remix your color you're liable to find you have lighter and darker
patches across your shoe.
When you have built up the color to a strength that you like, stop, take a moment, and think "Holy HECK. If I scuff these shoes, I am never ever ever going to match this custom color. I should have used the paint as it came, straight out of the bottle."
But it will be too
late for regrets by then, so bury your feelings down deep and move on to -
Step 4: Removing the Painters
Tape
As I wrote above, this was where I ran into my first real snag. Removing the tape around the heel edges, I
also removed strips of paint!
At this point I stopped stripping, and went around the entire edge of the heel with a craft knife, digging deep into the join between leather heel and shoe body. And then I removed the rest of the tape. Very carefully.
A bigger problem for me was all the paint that had gotten under the
tape and onto the heel.
a) didn't have any brown or black paint
and
b) figured I'd just end up splashing back up onto the shoe body if I tried, I decide to move on and let it go. If someone sees it, good luck to them. Lying down with your nose in the grass to critique a paint splash on the underside of a shoe deserves SOME sort of win.
Color applied and
holes patched, it was time to seal and varnish the shoes. The procedure was pretty simple - pour a bit
of Angelus satin shoe sealer into a bowl and apply it with a brush. Again, a smaller brush was more effective
than a larger one, and again, I applied several coats, with resting time
between each. In consideration of future
difficulties matching a custom color, I had some idea that more coats would
provide more protection against scuffs.
I have no idea how effective this will turn out to be. It will be an interesting experiment.
Using the sealer is where I discovered my second and third mistakes -
Mistake 1:
I strongly suggest
that when you seal your shoes, dry the sealer coats with the shoes sitting
beneath an overturned plastic tub. Or else knock up your local high school chemistry department
and ask to borrow their fume hood.
Any dust that settles on your shoes will get stuck in that varnish. And if
you're not paying particular attention, you may not notice this until the
second or third coat, and then that cute little grey curl of dust across the
tip of your pretty yellow shoe?
It's there FOREVER.
My third mistake was a GLARING one. In doing my pre-project research, I had seen that a small minority of people
were choosing a matte varnish over the satin one, claiming that the satin was
just too shiny. The Tandy leather man
had voted for the satin, so I went that way as well, and HOLY HECK - on these shoes,
that satin-coat finish was about as satiny as a brand new patent vinyl
raincoat. Under a stage-light. You know that very twentieth-century
ultra-high-gloss high-beam plastic leather finish?
Yeah, that one. That's what my shoes
looked like.