Saturday, February 14, 2015

Blood @ Bar15

So as many of you may know, I have soft spot in my dark heart for a Finnish band called Nitroforce 9. They played their first gig this year at Bar15 in Seinäjoki. 
Whenever something fun happens, I miss it. Birthdays, Christmases, Halloweens, every band that plays around here, you name it. I was pretty certain I'd spend Valentine's with the plague, but God decided to look the other way. So I went. Out. With Husband and his cousin.
I wore clothes. 

Velvet wrap skirt: second hand
Lace blouse: second hand
Corselet: H&M
Shoes: Vagabond
Killer bunneh: present from sister-in-law

My outfit was pretty simple. I took my favourite skirt, and paired it with my favourite lace blouse and a corselet beneath to reduce the "look at my skin"-effect lace tends to have. It was comfortable (well, ish, cheap plastic boned things don't feel that good) during the long ride there and back again, and casual enough not to make me an eyesore in a sea of denim. 
The cuffs have large ruffles, and I chose to wear my bangles and many rings. 


Make-up was very simple, too, just mascara and black lips. Still, I couldn't escape all the "hey, look, that one's different"-attention. Luckily, this time it was positive: a lady I've never met before said that she thinks I'm remarkably beautiful. 
Way to throw off a shy Goth!

So. Moving on to the band. 
To those who by some fluke have missed this, NF9 plays good old fashioned rock'n'roll that reeks of sex and fast cars. And they do it really well. 
First, go get a bucket. Because hot guys. 

So. As usual, they played good, and made us all sweaty. And before the first encore, something went amiss, and then there was blood everywhere. 
I don't do that well with blood, so panic. 
What, you say, and so did the entire bar. 
Turns out the blond guitarist hit his head on something, and gained a cut above his eyebrow. We all know how much facial wounds bleed, so it was really messy. And scary. 
Despite that, we got at least, like, six encores. As I've said before, NF9 = excellent customer service. 

After the gig, I went to find Husband, realized it was Valentine's and kissed both him and his cousin (hey, hot guys, what is a girl to do) and decided I really needed a T-shirt. 
I have never in my life liked a band so much I wanted to wear something that bears their mark. Ever. 
Until now. 
I also got to ask if the guitarist will live. He promised to pull through.
The cut was pretty nasty, though :|

And that was my adventure @ Wartti, like we say here in Finland.
I don't feel so well right now. 


Friday, January 30, 2015

January's Homework Assignment: What's on Your Cutting Table?

As many of you may know, I sew for a living. Instead of showcasing work I do for clients, I'm going to offer WIPs that are all for ME. Except one. 
There must always be an exception. 
Let's begin. 

I've always had difficulty with sitting around doing nothing. It makes me feel like I'm unproductive and lazy. So while watching TV (or Husband playing Oblivion or just chatting with his bitches) I knit or crochet. I usually have at least three projects on the needles, and one on the hook, but right now, I'm down to two knits. The first one is a very basic top-down raglan-sleeved top knit in stockinette with upcycled cotton. No surprises there. It's going to take FOREVER to finish, but at least it's a no-brainer. I'll work on it when I don't feel like challenging myself, and it'll be done when it's done. I'm probably going to do the hem in seed stitch, and repeat that solution with the sleeves. And I might also switch to lace. Who knows these things. 

Next up in the knitting field, a non-Goth colour. Lioness yellow. 
I found two balls of my favourite, discontinued yarn from a flea market. I brought them home, and wondered what to make. I settled for a Baktus-mod in seed stitch. I started knitting, enjoying the feel of mohair-blend. Everything went well. 

And then... 
I dug into my second ball, knit away dribbling on Woody Harrelson, and after three inches, I realized the two balls of yarn came from different dye lots and I have a humongous difference in colour. 
What can a girl say other than FUUUUU!!!!!
I'm going to frog about 10", and re-do the middle bit with black stripes. It'll be fine. 
Maybe it'll make me like bees better. 

Let's move on to sewing. 

This is the exception to the "this is all for ME"-rule mentioned earlier. 
I make sewing patterns as well as custom orders. Sample pieces usually end up in my wardrobe. 
I've developed a liking toward skater dresses. They're pretty, easy to accessorize, and very comfortable to wear. So I made a basic one. And then I wanted one with a hood. And bell sleeves. And a lacing in the front. And can it be velvet? 
So I made one. This is going to be a pattern someday, the dress is all photographed and everything. 
Only it's a bit short for me. And my arms get cold in it. So I'm thinking about adding a longer layer to the hem and the sleeves. 
Unless someone wants to take it off my hands. 

Moving on. 

This project is at the "oh look, fabrics!"-stage, which is naturally the most interesting part of any project. 
I found a piece of black satin from a flea market (do you ever shop anywhere else? well, ebay, sometimes). First, it wanted to be a pencil skirt. Then it wanted to be a loli-skirt. Then it wanted to hide in the closet, and as it came out, it wanted to hang out with red satin, and be a reverse applique dress. 
I said you want to be a what now? and it repeated itself. 
Reverse applique dress. And can you make it long, with a slit so that people can see your legs? or at least a skirt beneath. 
I said fine, but if you go and change your mind again, I'm selling you. 
The fabrics still want to be the dress, so I guess I best hurry. 
Only I can't decide between blood spatters and roses. 

 Last up, "the dress that doesn't photograph all that well". 

In the spring, I cut a dress from black, thick chiffon and nude lining silk. 
It's been waiting to be sewn for months now. It wants something more, and refuses to talk to me. 
I hate it when that happens. 
The thing has most of my pins in it, it's in the way, and I actually forgot why I thought I wanted to make a chiffon dress with an open back. Did I think I might go to a party or something? 
Silly me. 

That's all, folks. All that I'm making pour moi at the moment. 
Now I need to get cracking on paying work so I'll have time to finish all of this... 

Until next time,

Sunday, December 21, 2014

Clever Title, vol. 666

So I've been in a right funk again. There's so much going on I'm finding it hard to get out of bed in the morning. So I sleep until 1pm, work, eat, watch a film with Husband, and go back to work, and stay up until 5am. 
Really healthy. 

So. What's going on. 
I picked up a hobby this fall. 
As long as I can remember, I've danced, one form or another. This autumn, a dear friend encouraged me to take a dance class she's instructing. As I needed something to distract me from work and... well, Husband, I agreed. Every Thursday since September, I've looked like this. 

The class I'm taking is Oriental Cabaret Fusion, and I'm loving it. The first two times I was completely lost, but now I'm starting to feel like I no longer have two left feet and four right arms of which none knows what the bloody hell they're doing. Instead of tumbling about, I feel like I'm actually getting the hang of dancing again. 
Of course, everything is easier when one is home alone, shaking one's wide Gothic butt to Opeth, but still. Fun. I'm even getting the chance to work on my non-existing social skills, yay.

Work has kept me a bit overwhelmed lately. I took an order on crocheted tank slippers (the link goes to my other blog) while struggling with a big order for my fav client. So of course I got stressed out, and now that everything is done, I'm stressing out about Christmas. 
Which I shouldn't be doing. If all goes as planned, I'll be spending Christmas at my Sister's with Mom and Dad and my favourite Brother-In-Law (he's my favourite 'cause he married my Sis, and is a really, really great guy) and my lovely niece. And Sis, of course, who is my inspiration and role model. 
Not that I'll ever achieve her level of greatness. 

It seems I'm feeling a bit unsure of myself again. Even though dancing is allowing me a way to express myself, I still feel inadequate. Unappreciated. Not good enough. 
Well, I guess inferiority complex is better than god complex. At least this can get better. 

We had a clothes-swap about a year ago. I picked up the grey top there. It's a delightful garment made with mesh, knit fabric, and jersey, and decorated with a fluffy ribbon. I haven't gotten many chances to wear it, since it didn't go with my skirts. Luckily, I found the perfect hems to pair it with at a flea market. 

Top: mystery
Skirt: Reflex, second hand
pls excuse messy 'do, I've never been BFF's with hair spray

The skirt was size ReallyBig, so I took in at the waist band. It's made with gussets at the hem, and twirls beautifully. 
The hem is this wide on both side, and it makes sounds when I move.

The sleeves of the top have lovely details, only they're a little bit short for my arms. I love the rugged feel, it reminds me of the Crunge-look of the nineties. 
You may notice I'm not wearing my wedding ring. Haven't worn it in ages, it seems to clash with the rings I really like to wear.

So. Christmas is, like, in three days. And I still need to finish two presents. Hope I'll make it in time... 

Have a happy Christmas. May your Holidays be filled with starlight and fulfilled wishes. 


Saturday, November 29, 2014

November's Homework Assignment: The mouse who ran away

Early this fall, GrandMa moved away with very little warning. She decided not to take the cat with her, since she had issues with medical conditions. Igor remained with us for a full 48 hours. After that, my allergies got the best of me. And not very surprisingly, after getting an almost clean bill of health, GrandMa started missing her pal. Igor was returned to her, and Husband decided it was time to make us three. 

So he built a home for a small reptile. A home with glass walls and a semi-open roof. We went to pet shops to ogle at Bearded Dragons, and we googled the internet for instructions on how to care for a lizard. A reptile seemed like a perfect choice: they're calm, they don't need humans to play with all the time, and they're relatively easy to care for if you study even a little before getting one.

And then... we went to Seinäjoki, and came home with a mouse. 

WTF, you ask, and so did I. Not that I have anything against a small mammal, it's just that... well, we were going to adopt a reptile and I didn't know a thing about rodents! 

Anyway. The mouse was called Beamish. We added von Mousse, and I called him Le Mousse Domestique. 

The first days passed as Beamish slept, and hid, and came out at night to eat and investigate the corners of his home. On the third day Husband got him to climb on his palm. On the fifth day he brought Beamish some twigs to play with, and on the sixth day, his home was empty. 

We were on our way out the door as we realized Beamish was missing, and being late already, we had no choice but to run. We returned three hours later. I put the sauna on, and Husband set a mousetrap (a big plastic bucket with a ramp leading up and all sorts of treats on the bottom, so if Beamish ventured in, he'd be well-fed until we rushed to the rescue) before going out for the evening. Just as he'd left, I heard rattling from the bin cupboard. I pried the doors open, and saw Beamish. I tried to catch him, but he was too quick, and hid under the floor of the cupboard. The last thing I saw was a furry bottom and a ridiculously long tail disappearing into a tiny hole.

The next morning, the mousetrap was empty. It's funny how quickly one gets attached to a small being. I was worried sick over Beamish, and he still hadn't even dared climb on my hand. 

The day passed in silence. No rattling from anywhere, no mouse droppings to alert us of his presence. And then... 

Around four pm I heard a noise from the bin cupboard. Husband went to investigate, muttering about a mole he saw in there earlier while I still slept. He opened the doors, and found Beamish safely inside a bin bag looking for crumbs. He was quickly returned to a cage, and offered food and water. You could not believe how much the little thing ate! 

After his little adventure, Beamish gained a lot of courage. He climbs out every chance he gets, and runs on our hands and arms looking for food and the opportunity to hide in our clothing. He's a curious little thing, and is proving to be a right joy. I'm still a bit overwhelmed at how quickly he stole our hearts, and would not trade him for any lizard. This little guy almost knows his name, remembers a whole bunch of things, and can figure out a way to get out of his cage. I caught him pushing through the bars once, and realized that as a social, smart animal, he's learned to know us, and wants to be with us. 

Funny little dude. I hope I'll learn to be a good mother to him. 


PS: All photos, part from the last one, are taken by Husband. The last one is a webcam shot I managed one night. Taking pictures of a fast little thing is hard! 

Friday, October 31, 2014

Wicked Little Witch

As Eddie likes to say "Don't panic, don't panic, I'm here!" I haven't died or anything, not even given up blogging, I've just been busy. But today is Halloween, and I dressed up! Yay! 

I don't like buying Halloween costumes. Instead, I like to reach into my cupboards, and combine odd bits and bobs to create an outfit. This year, though, I did add a bit of extra effort. 

I chose to go as a Wicked Witch. 

mesh top, skirts, hat, waist corselet: Heather Wielding Originals
lace top: H&M
shoes: Vagabond

Where to, you ask, silly me, I say. We're going to Club B52 to see Dark Flood and Noumena. The club has an annual Halloween party tonight, so expensive beer, here I come. As a witch. Hope my hat won't give me a headache. 

I can't remember when I last ventured out in a costume. Lucky this is, without the hat, pretty much what I might wear to the club on any night!

 The extra effort- bit is the hat. I didn't own a witch's hat, and by the time I realized I needed one, it was too late to go out and buy one. So I made one. From plastic. Took quite many seams and swears, but it turned out OK. 

What is a witch wihtout stripey socks!

I even made an affort toward creepy make-up. Hardly a masterpiece, but I drew a spiderweb on my cheek. Complete with a spider. I'm pretty certain I'll forget it's there, look in the mirror, scream, and punch myself in the face.
I'm horrified of spiders, so having one on my face is a bit weird.

I was hoping to lok a bit scarier, but, well, can't win every time.

I hope you're all enjoying your Halloween! 


Sunday, July 6, 2014

Ränkirock 2014, aka Can You Festival

Yesterday, we went to the local festival. It's a very small happening, but a nice tradition. This year, we got to see almost all the bands, though we had a bit of a rocky start. One of our friends had promised to pick us up so Husband could have a few beers, too, and we learned at six, an hour after the festival had started, that he wouldn't be able to show up until at around eight. So we had to drive there. In a right hurry, since Hoppin' Cretins started at 18:15. We made it, though, and had fun. 

And I wore clothes! 
Having learned a thing or two about the previous outing during sunlit hours, I steered clear from polyester. I picked a long cotton skirt, a lace top, and a light cotton/lace corselet. 

Since the day was sunny, I took my parasol along for the ride. Mainly to make people stare, it's a bit too lacey to actually block lethal rays. It's pretty, though, and I like to show it off. It's hand-made, upcycled from a discarded umbrella. I'm hoping to find another metal framed umbrella so I could make a tutorial on how to do this. 

Lace top, corselet, skirt, parasol: Heather Wielding Originals

 I tried something different with my hair. It's my version of a French twist, and Husband managed to get a shoddy shot. So I must try this again sometime, and get a better picture. 
The earrings are a B-day present from one of our friends. They're light and pretty, and with just the right amount of bling. 

So. Festival. I have no pictures from the actual happening, since I don't like carrying a camera with (total clutch), and taking pics while having fun is just not my thing. So instead, you get music videos. Yay? 

First, there was a band we missed. And then, there was Hoppin' Cretins. They play Ramones covers, and do it pretty well. 
Next, a local group named Ravenshine. Seeing them was a bit strange, since the sun was shining, and they were wearing corpse paint. The contrast was too big to really work, but they played OK. 

After, I finally got to see Revengine. I've missed them countless times, so I was very happy to sit on the grass, drink wine, and watch them play. 
I was a bit disappointed, though, since I'd built them up in my head, and they didn't quite reach up to the expectation. 

Sadly, they only had a "one frame"-video. Their debute album's coming out in just a few days, and I hope they do well with it. 

Then there was a local girl group called Pula. They play punk, and I've never really warmed up to them. After, Koitos played Finnish metal, and I didn't much care for them either. They both played well, the music just wasn't my glass of red. 
I'm picky. 

And then, we had a Russian group. They were the wild card, no-one expected nothing from them, and they turned out very entertaining. So much so I had to get up and go party... 
They were Stepanov's Starlings, and though I don't think I'd listen to them, like on CD, they were ridiculously good live. Incredibly energetic show, they interacted with the audience enjoyably, making us jump and dance and scream, and they wore wings! 

And last, as is traditional. Nitroforce 9. Good old rock'n'roll, with top knotch customer service. They've released their first album, and have made actual videos on singles, so now you get to see why I'm raving about their talented (and very pretty) singer. 

No, they don't really wear ponchos and sombreros. 

Before, Ränkirock has been the high point of summer around here, a sort of gathering of the villagers. This year, everyone was someplace else. Where, I don't know. This made everything seem somehow watered down. It was slow, and quiet, and the bands didn't have that much energy. 

I hope it'll be better next year. 

At this point, btw, I'd like to share a little bit of news. I abandoned the Smashwords-ship, and jumped in with Amazon. Two of my books, the Children of the Night-series (which currently has two parts, with a third on the way, and a fourth an irritating itch behind my right shoulder blade) are available in electronic format, and will soon come available in print as well. To keep track of all the news, along with me venting about writing and stuff, follow my other blog

So. Until next time. 

Thursday, June 5, 2014

Red & Black Week 2014, Day 5

 Today was the first really hot day of the summer. Naturally, we picked this particular day to go shopping. 
Smart idea. Very smart. 
Let me explain why. 
Most people get used to warming temperatures gradually. They go outside, see the sun, their bodies sort of go with the warmth. 
I, on the other hand, stay in. I don't like it outside. It's bright and the sun hurts my eyes, and did I mention all the bugs who try to eat me alive? 

Also, our house is COLD. I've been wearing sweaters inside up until today. 

So. Today, I woke up at seven after four hours of sleep. I tried to get some more shut-eye, but Husband saw it fit to let out the biggest snore ever. So I got up. Annoyed. At seven. 

I wasn't really in the mood for anything complicated. I spent the morning writing and doing my nails. Toenails got black varnish, fingers Morticia-red. 
And when it came time to put some clothes on, I sort of just reached in the closet, and took the first things that went together. 

Big mistake. 

I chose a red bra, an almost see-through mesh top, and a two layer mesh skirt, which I've shown on the blog before. For footwear, I chose platform sandals. 
Leaving home, the outfit was really nice and cool, but in a sun-warmed city... well, let's just say I'm a bit sweaty right now. 

Just to be on the safe side, I took a shawl with me. Sis made this one. It's crochet, with lovely flower motifs. I got this several years ago, and it's gotten a lot of wear. 

Shopping wasn't all that good, but I did pick up two tops. One red, one black. Just to celebrate red & black week. 

Until next time. 
Remember to drink lots of fluids.