oona does it!: hurry down doomsday, the machines are taking over
this week, i was challenged by an inanimate object.
but don't tell her she's inanimate. meet ellie. proper name elna– and believe me, it takes some time to get on friendly terms with this gal. ornery. controlling. temperamental. and extremely jealous. she sits next to kenny on my desk, several inches higher and quite judgmental of his capabilities. she scoffed at marmota's request to honor him with a challenge. she was, she shrieked, FAR MORE DESERVING. and as i like to stay on good terms with ellie and her cutting blades, i was happy to oblige.
for this challenge– well, really, let's call a spade a spade, for this order, i brought an unfinished garment out of hiding. its life began over a year ago as 4 yards of silk chiffon that i cut into triangles, squares and rectangles; folded, pleated, and draped. kenny then had his raucous, toothily grinned topstitching way with it. he attached shape to shape, throwing leather and metal in for good measure, until i had a strange and floaty belted, asymmetrical top. (you can see its past life on my blog.) but he couldn't bear to finish the job of all those loose and rapidly fraying edges. not that he couldn't, mind you, kenny can make a perfect rolled hem with the best of them, he just felt this creation needed something different. as usual, kenny and i were in total agreement.
had kenny known the answer to this problem would be the loud, imposing, abrasive female i dragged home with me one hot summer day, he might have committed hari kari.
luckily elli deemed the top worthy of her twin needles. there are times i'll bring a lesser garment to her teeth, and the horror that ensues would make any sewist scream in abject terror. but, quelle suprise, not only did she enjoy racing through the unfinished edges of green silk, she actually requested MORE to play with. ellie decided this silk's secret identity was a dress, and who was i to deny her?
i picked out another shade of green at my favorite garment district dive. ellie (barely) approved, and we raced through strip after strip of the stuff, creating a long rectangular panel. we joined it to the newly serged top to wrap around the hips. (oh, excuse me. ellie would like me to point out that she did the joining, not kenny. i swear she'd castrate him if she could.)
fortunately i'm around to keep the peace. erm, that is, usually… i pulled a mena, you see, and brought two finished challenges with me whilst away in the machine-less mountains of canada. by the time this hits the page, i'll have returned home. who knows what i'll find. i'm hoping the bloodshed will be minimal, but it would be naive to think there wasn't some kind of scuffle. i'll get them focused on the next challenge post haste.
how about you? got a machine with personality? i'm looking for one to serve as referee.