Are you sick of these posts yet? I’m almost done. This one is about the last day, the next will be about shopping and what I plan to do with my haul.
So, Sunday I was up early enough to catch Breakfast with the Artists. This is my first real wearing of the Ugly Bag of Tea Gown and its final incarnation, with accessories is passably good looking and is exceptionally comfy.
It was comfortable enough to sit through Luca Costigliolo’s class on getting the correct shape for your gowns.
The word of the day is “padding”. We should not alter the pattern to fit the body (because we then loose the silhouette the designer was aiming for), we alter the body to fit the pattern. You size up the pattern to fit the corseted body. Those baggy bits in the mock up, should not be altered to make them go away. They should be padded out. As a busty girl, I end up with loose fabric on my upper chest near my arm pit. Apparently, this is a common thing. The corset causes the bust to create a hollow near the arm pit and that is filled in with padding. Smaller busted ladies would use bust enhancers. If sloped shoulders were in then padding was added to help give that illusion.
Luca did make a caveat, that this practice of padding was very common in all social classes in places like France and Italy , but not as common in England and North America, but wealthy folks who shopped in France did have padding. He thought it was a more conservative option to not pad.
Once the class was done (and I was done taking photographs of this fabulous hand beaded number)
I headed off to the bargain basement and did some more shopping. Funny story that… While in Luca’s class, I heard/felt a popping sound and thought it might be my corset, which was first attempt at corset making, settling or shifting, so I ignored it. When I was shopping, I came to the conclusion that it was actually my petticoat hook that was the popping sound and that the petticoat was now neatly wrapped around my ankles. Suzi Clark (the speaker I saw on Friday) happened to be standing there and saw my dilemma (how embarrassing!) and asked if she could help me. So sweet, but having recently injured herself and needing help to get around I thought it might be best if I manage on my own. I thanked her and said I thought I’d just let it drop and step out of it. Turns out it was neatly trapped by the corset strings on one side…loose enough to trip and kill me but not loose enough to actually drop. So in front of Suzi, I jacked up my dress and tucked that petticoat deeper into the strings so I’d be able to walk again. And off I elegantly glided to the till with my hoard of goods in my arms, my petticoat in my strings and my ego slightly dented.
In the afternoon, I went to the steam punk tea. Not my scene. I probably horrified the true Steam Punks by opting for the “just stick gears on it and shorten the skirt” version of the genre.
I ran into this lovely girl (who’s name I’ve lost from my head…it wasn’t a common name so I couldn’t hang onto it…sorry about that). We shared a dinner table and chatted at a few events and I really enjoyed her company.
The remainder of the weekend was spent in the hospitality suite. A few of us found a brighter lit room for doing hand work and playing card games and we chatted together until it was time to head back to my room for some packing and down time.
Okay, once we get past the shopping post, you will be done with all these Coco posts!