Couture Lunacy

Exploring Fashion One Thread At A Time

Couture Lunacy – Freedom to Wear What You Want

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This blog is going to be all about garment construction, finding fabrics, choosing patterns, drafting patterns, designing fabrics, searching out current haute couture to RIP OFF design ideas and make them your own – challenging yourself with a needle – doing things the long way rather than the easy way ———— none of those make a quick top in an hour things.

Also I hope to show you how to construct clothing that is not only wearable and flattering, but well done. So that if you should die on the street and they take your clothes off in the morgue the attendant won’t say – “EEEUW she’s wearing homemade clothes.” You know – the old change your underwear you never know stuff you got from your mother ……….

First we’re going to look at figures. Yours. As much as you may not like it you have to cover it. Think of how you would like to look and until you can lose a few pounds – think about how you can cover it and look beautiful the way you are.

Think of fabric as texture – as a statement of your attitude – as an embellishment for your soul – think of startling the people at the grocery store or on the train or at work.

Think of what clothes you like – here we will discuss clothing designers and retail sellers and see what you can do for so much less. How you CAN have that Eileen Fisher top without spending $500. And how you can wear Armani but you have to wear his fabric – not his line.

Come on along for the adventure – it will be enlightening!

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Author: Jennifer

I came from a family who made things. My father was a carpenter with a passion for making furniture. My mother sewed, crocheted, cooked and made a home on a shoestring. My grandmothers both quilted. As a teenager, I found batik through a wonderful art teacher who allowed me the freedom to batik yards of fabric. I then cut them up into a pattern and wore the item I made. I was ecstatic. I painted in my teens and twenties and my parents gracefully supplied me with oil paints and turpentine. When I needed an easel, my father took me to the shop where he worked and made me one. When he found unused and unwanted canvas, he brought it home and stretched it for me with wood from his shop at home. I was indulged at every step of the way. I wasn't ever told that I could not do something or that I should not do something. I was given freedom to chose my path in life. A blessed life I have lived, for sure.

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