Laced Up

I've been slacking, this I know but for that I'm sorry. I should have posted this one exactly one month ago...you see I wanted to Lace myself up for my darling sisters birthday partay....oooo sounds awfully sexual (even Class A) doesn't it? But I wish it was that exciting for the readers - Tales of sexual mischief or some risque adventure, nope, more run of the mill, things that make a typical day kind of story. Although I was slightly (if I could measure it) stalked by an aggressive DMX esque dude that persisted to follow me around the latter parts of our celebrations. Actually there was a doggedly determined look in his eyes that quaked me.
 
So.....without going totally off the wall, pulling words back to the point...I was fortunate to get my hands on this beautiful pink and blue (stretch included) lace that was sooooo OMG and stress free to work with. Whatever the damn papers say I've always always backed statement shoulders...brooches, beads, buttons, shoulder pads, puff balls, feathers, pin tuck, skip and a hop. In fact its always been, for me, more than a phasing trend so in line with typically Me Me I made military type, two tiered tassel shoulder ornaments. Tony says "That's Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreat". Me is liking Me's work and would say is proper pleased with it. I officially name it the 'Would like to' dress. You know, 'would like to  ___________' . Some have added: Have, grab, take, own. But almost always does it start with 'would like to....'
 
With Lace, 

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Escapades in a Jam Jar

How happy am I? Tres. Last night at Cherry Jam I scored a straw trilby. Merci beaucoup Agim - the friendliest bar man in nightlife London. I was keeping with the red riding theme and wore my red top and my pin striped pencil skirt. Oui I made it all but the shoes, the hat and the jumper. O the jumper, the love of my wardrobe life. It drew people to me like rivers to the sea. Even managed to get papped...je suis desole, I mean fashionistas and fashion writers taking pictures of my outfit. How happy am I? Tres tres. I believe the term I'm looking for is happy as a desperate housewife on alcohol and Prozac while having an affair with the milk man.
 
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A Dress for Claire Bear

Last week was a seven day work week. What with all the dressmaking and styling. A good week nonetheless.
Apart from the off the shelve orders, I love getting the bespoke orders where clients allow me creative control. On this occassion it was Claire Bear desperately seeking a Katy Perry, Dita Von Teese and Betty Boop dress. Oh goody! I got to sketching, she picked (but not mixed), then I got to working! Me Me was sewing day and night to ensure Claire Bear was the best dressed bear at the picnic. Mind you, if she were an animal she would be a red hot sexy minx, but affection prefers Claire Bear. Somehow Claire minx doesn't work. So, on the day the teddy bears had their picnic, well her fabulous Birthday Garden Party, picnic time saw Claire Bear wear a pure silk satin (tube) mini married so dramatically well with guinea fowl feathers. She looked ab fab darling! Really! I'm not just saying that because I made it. She did...So, picnic time for the teddy bears, the lovely teddy bears are having a wonderful time today (well, Sunday gone). So without further ado, I would like to present to you, the finest looking bear this side of town, it's the one, the only CLAIRE BEAR.

*enters room to sea of applause....

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