Crazy Train

(Wow, I thought “Crazy Train” was an AC/DC song.  Shows how much I know about that stuff >_<)


I now officially declare this sewing blog business “super legit”.  Because we all know that doing things once doesn’t count.  But now that I’ve blogged about TWO current sewing projects, this is serious bizniz.


This has also been the worst decision of my life.

Even worse than that time when I was 12 and decided I wanted to make a raisin.  Yes, one singular raisin.  I set it on a little ledge on the balcony of my uncle’s house, and when I checked on it 30 minutes into its tanning sesh, there were maybe 7 ants going crazy over it, with a long line marching towards it.  I thought it would be safe, since the ledge was pretty high up, and it was on the third floor.  Guess not =/

But really, my blog writing is obnoxious and barely coherent/comprehensible, yet I spend hours (I think I really did spend about 12 hours on my Senior Prom dress post) writing, and a whole bunch more [on attempts at] editing photos.



I love my aunt (unrelated to the uncle with the balcony, who I also love).  She’s pretty super stylin’, and she started giving me her hand-me-downs when I was really young, long before they could really fit me.  (Of course, that didn’t prevent me from wearing the clothing anyway.)  Another great thing about my aunt is that she appears to have no qualms about giving me her clothing that, by my mom’s standards, is “too revealing,” and since she is a fine, upstanding woman, I use that to justify owning, wearing, and flaunting such “revealing” clothing.  (Keep in mind that my mom has high standards.)  (When it comes to necklines.)

My mom was cleaning out some closets or something over the summer, so when I got home, I found a pile of clothing she wanted me to sort through.  I don’t know what she was thinking with one of them because once I put it on and walked out of my room with it, she was all “WOAH.  IN-A-PRO-PRO.”

It was another floor-length skirt, and we all know how I feel about those.  Otherwise, I was a huge fan.


Since I wanted it to be not so long,  but there was so much cloth (that I really liked, too!), I didn’t want to waste it by just chopping a few feet off.  Also, a simple hem would be too easy.  I did briefly contemplate saving the extra fabric to make something else, but ever since that one time I walked into an American Apparel store, where they have at least five different articles of clothing with the same, exact print, I’ve been less fond of such ideas.

“Hi-Lo” hems seem to be in fashion nowadays; I was walking through campus one time on a bright, sunny day, and I saw at least five people with the backsides of their skirts flying in the wind.  I especially like the ones that have an oval cut in the back.  They look really silly because they aren’t the most flowy and just kind of stick out when they catch the wind.  It’s great.

I want one (or all) of these skirts.

I was gonna go for something like #1, so I put on the dress, took note of where I wanted to cut (going off of the print of the dress), and snipped.  Straight.  And it came out [pretty] straight!

But I cut it too short.

I had measured in the morning, but then I decided to leave the house for a bit (brave, I know!) and come back to it.  I had it in my mind which flower on the print of the dress to cut beyond to allow extra room for hemming and the inevitable fact that it will ride up, since it’s a pretty tight but stretchy dress.  Just to be extra careful, I put it on again after I got home to remeasure.  But either it was confirmation bias or I didn’t actually make as generous an allowance as I originally thought because after cutting, it was just barely exactly the length I would want the finished product to be.

This is the skirt pulled down as far as possible.

It could’ve been worse, though.  And I was going to keep the back at least knee length, so that makes up for it, right?

So I was brainstorming things to do with the back that were FUN and EXCITING and came up with this:

Cool, huh?

Because I’m a fan of deliberate disorder and crazy trains.  Or maybe this doesn’t count as a train because it doesn’t drag on the floor…  But you know what I mean.

I also like occasionally whipping out my needle and thread to do things.

Here’s the left side sewed into place.

The crazy train ended up looking pretty good from the front, I thought.

But then something happened…

…and the back ended up looking like a beaver’s tail >_<

I realized that I could twirk it a little to make the more desirable triangular shape happen, or even just make the end of the skirt tighter and clean up the train a bit, but then I realized something more important: when the fuck am I going to want to wear a dress with a crazy train?

See, it looks a lot better with this small change.

I mean, I like being different and doing things differently, but I also like versatility and not being laughed at.  So I decided to redo the whole thing.

I went back to my original plan of an oval-shaped Hi-Lo hem, and–really not sure why I didn’t just do this in the first place–tacked on some frill.  This added a bit of length to the front of the skirt (don’t worry; my mom still disapproves) AND was fairly exciting for me, since I had never executed this technique before.

It went really well, and I scrunched up the trim just right, apparently, since it fit the circumference of the hem pretty much perfectly.

I thought I was SOOOOOOOOOOO smart for choosing to use black thread for attaching the frilly trim to the dress because I had used white for frilling up the trim.  That way, just in case I messed up attaching the trim, I could tell the two stitches apart so that I wouldn’t ruin the frilliness when removing the attaching stitches.

But it totally didn’t register that you’d be able to see the thread from the outside… Because it’s a Hi-Lo hem and all…

My mom reassured me that no one would notice, and I knew no one would notice, but I am ridiculluss, so I wanted to fix it anyway.  I sewed over the black stitches in white so that I could take out the black, but before I could finish, my dad had to step in.  He couldn’t take the sound of my sewing anymore.  I couldn’t blame him.  The sewing machine started to sound like angry gremlins were being chomped on by sassy middle school cheerleader girls who ran out of gum + crickets on steroids and 5-hour energy.

So he whipped out some chainsaw bar lubricant (?!). Because we ran out of sewing machine lubricant…

And applied it with a stick of incense. Because you’re supposed to use a dropper bottle, but we didn’t have that, either…

And then I finished my dress! =D

I finished it yesterday, but the black stitches were a bitch to rip out.  It was worth it, though, because now I’m EXTREMELY happy with it.  Doesn’t it look kickass with those boots?

I believe the answer is “Yes.”