sewing machine almost here

I get my sewing machine tomorrow and the pre-planning of various projects, alterations and creations has long begun.  I have a laundry list of pants and shirts that need tailoring and can’t wait to have some of my wardrobe fit my body properly.

I wanna apron.  I think it will help me really understand my domestic goddess-ness, feel the domestic goddess in myself.  And, I do a lot of cook right after I get home from work, sometimes in my professional Fleur gear.  An apron would prevent me from ruining tops and pants because I’m not clean when I cook and I like fried things so splatters are common.  Also, they are super quick and easy and would help re-familiarize myself to techniques I haven’t used since my last sewing machine crapped out two years ago.  I’m stuck between these two aprons:

 Aprons 1 & 2

Number two would fit good on the tat-tas, whereas number one would require ‘full bust alterations.’  I don’t know that I really feel up to adding darts to an apron pattern.  But, does an apron need to actually look flattering? 

Well, that’s a dumb ass question because when you got curves like me, you don’t hide behind a muu-muu of an apron.  Yes, it needs to be flattering and having curves makes it extra difficult to find flattering things.  Standard tops are made (no matter what size: large, small, petite) to fit a B cup.  I’m a DD, I have the hardest time finding clothes that fit right.  So I’m making my own, starting with a flattering apron.

I’m also going to begin a winter coat.  SAY WHAT?  Yea.  I’m making the plunge into wools and lining and will try to whip up this gorgeous number.  And no, that's not me.  I figure if I start now, I can probably have it finished by winter.  Why so long you ask?  Well, I start and stop a lot, get bored, buy sweet new fabrics that need to be fashioned immediately and its freaking summer (right around the corner)!  I don’t want to be inside hunched over a machine all the glorious day, and they don’t make extension cords that extend to the roof of our highrise.  I figure one possibly impossible project is necessary to break in the ‘ol Brother sewing machine.  But I’m in love with this coat.  I think it could be (magic word here) flattering on me as well, since winter coats are about the worst fit on me.  Nothing says chic like looking like a black wool potato sack with legs – which is me walking down the Seattle street in winter.  If I fail, I can always resign myself to making bed sheets and pillow cases.