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. 


Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Red & Black Week 2014, Day 4: YARR!

The annual Red & Black Week caught me off-guard again. I really should start keeping my eyes open... 
As I was unprepared, I thought I'd have to skip the challenge this year. But today, I remembered I had something stashed. 

Some of you may remember a cold winter's day with a frozen Heather outside, on an icy lake, wearing red velvet. I wasn't happy with the coat, so I took it apart, and redid it. Now, it is practical, fully functional, and fit to be worn. 
At least when hitting the bars... 

Now, as the ice has melted, I am free to go as I please. 
I gave the coat a large collar, and pirate cuffs. The hem falls mid-calf, and the coat is fully lined in black. Every bit of black leather is gone, along with traces of Norse deities. Now, I get to play pirates anytime I want! 

I paired the coat with a long skirt and a satin waist corselet I made, and a lace blouse I picked up from a flea market. The shoes I pimped out long ago, and they're still the best pair of heels I've ever owned. 

I shall sail to the edge of the world, and claim all treasures for myself. I shall be known as Captain Heather, and all shall tremble before me!
The day we took the photos, was the first sunny day of the early yet unstable spring. Remembering the previous outside photo shoot, I was quite happy with having nothing to complain about other than the sun being in my eyes. 

I shall be victour... hey, who the **** stole my ship!
Being Captain Heather was great fun, and I'm glad I took the time to alter the coat. Now, all I need is more opportunities to wear it! 

Until next time. I'll try my hardest to get another post done on Red&Black Week! 


Friday, May 30, 2014

So... short dresses and demonias = frowns?

I've been a bit busy again, but I finally found the joy of blogging again. Yay! Lately, I've been making a evening dress for a client, and it turned out so nice my lingering self-doubt turned into a newly-found joy in working. So again, yay! I've even managed to write a bit, which has lately been a luxury.  

On Wednesday, we went to a near-by town for a spot of grocery shopping. The town is a strange place: it's inhabited with Laestadians, and everyone is really apprehensive about people who are a bit... different. 
I had a bit of a clothing crisis in the morning, and finally settled for a short dress. I was looking for something more modest, but my wardrobe let me down. 
The day was a bit chilly, so I wore a long sleeved turtleneck and shorts under the dress. For footwear, I chose my Demonias. 

The outfit was really comfy, and I decided to enhance it with nearly-matching lipstick. I put my hair up, because it's really started to get into my eyes. Since it's allergy-season, it really irritates me. 
To keep warm, I added a crochet cardigan. 
I thought I looked quite modest, but... well, I went to Seppälä while Husband ran some errands, and two girls followed me the whole time, watching everything I touched like I'd come in to do a bit of shoplifting! I've never gotten  that reaction before, and thought it was hilarious. 
Dress and Cardigan: Heather Wielding Originals
Shoes: Demonia Trump101, second hand
The selection of garments on sale let me down, but I did pick up a wet'n'wild nail varnish. In black, naturally. 

After, we went to buy food, and a lady standing behind me in the line gave me the evil eye. She looked up and down on me with the wickedest frown, and I caught her. As her eyes came back up, they met mine, and I smiled to her. Boy was she embarrassed :D

The cardigan is hand-made, and a complete square. The collar is long enough to be worn as a hood, and it's pretty much my favourite cardigan ever. 
The pattern for it can be downloaded for free on Craftsy and Ravelry (sorry about the info-mercial, but I figured it's OK since it's a freebie). After I'd published the pattern, I added a shell-edge to my cardigan to give it a more elegant flare. 

This thing is  pure love when the house gets cold.
 Last Saturday, we went to a yearly Viking-themed party. It's been a tradition for a whopping three years now. This year, was the funnest I've had to date. I tried axe-throwing and sword fighting and got quite well beaten up. Sadly, no-one was there to take pictures of my outfit. Maybe I should replicate it soon, and give a more detailed post about the feast? 

Until next time. 

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

And then there was a big storm

Yesterday was a really warm day. The sweaty-kind of warm, not the nice-kind of warm. I was working on a dress all day, and after dinner, I followed Husband to the lake shore. 
Which is, like, really close. There's a sauna there, and a fire-place outside. It would be a really nice place to spend time at, but I'm not an outdoorsy-kind of person. 

Going outside results in me running toward the house screaming, chased by an insect... 

Just waiting for the bug-attack. In a very basic "home alone, working"-type of outfit. 

I was brave enough to put my feet in the water. It was cold! 

Selfie via water. Almost meant for this to happen. 

I felt a storm rising, though Husband said the dark clouds would pass us by. 
He still hasn't figured out I'm always right. 

Outside the sauna, wishing the Pepsi hadn't been the sugary kind. 

GrandMa's cat was waiting for us on the stairs. He seemed really bothered about the heat as well. 
I can't understand how a cat can look so comfortable sleeping on concrete stair. 

Iikoriparka, Kultakissa

The storm rose really quickly. It came from two directions at once, bringing dusty gusts of wind, and lightnings above the clouds. 
The heavens broke soon, and the rain seemed to drown the entire world. I didn't think to take pictures of it. It was too overwhelming to watch the first storm of the summer. 

The thunder took out the power in minutes. Water comes from our well via an electric pump, so when there's no power, there's no water. 
Stinks, big time. 

The electricity didn't return all night. 
I spent some of my dark evening writing by candlelight. 

I've gone to see Jay again. Through the eyes of her girlfriend.
Yes, my vampires are gay. 

The only candles I could find were small, decorative ones. I had to blow one (accidentally two) when a moth drowned in it. 
By the light of a single flame, I played with the camera. 
Everything else was out of juice. 

I suck at taking photos, but this turned out nice. ish. 

Come dawn, the power had returned, and I got to have a shower and coffee, and continue working on the dress. 
I hope we won't get many storms like that one this summer. 

I remembered I have a twitter-account, and am now trying to have a micro-blog there. Managing one photo and one sentence a couple of times a week seems like a reasonable task. 

So. Until next time. Husband's having his yearly Viking-B-day next Saturday, so I hope I'll manage a post about the festivities. Or at least my outfit. Which is still undecided. 


Monday, May 12, 2014

Cretins N Things

So every time I blog, I have to start with apologies for being quiet for so long. I figured I'd just quit... you lot probably have already realized I'm not very active, nor productive. Blogging is something I refuse to stress over. 
Anyway, first I was busy, then I was ticked off, then I had the flu, and now I'm busy again. Stinks, right? 

So. Saturday. As we had gotten over flus (we were both sick, how romantic is that) and a band was playing at the local tavern, we decided to go par-tee. 
Like, hardcore. 
The band was a Ramones cover-band called Hoppin' Cretins. Our friends' band, naturally, everybody knows everybody around here. I'm not that into punk, but it was OK. Entertaining, even. And as an added bonus, lovely Eero from Nitroforce9 was playing the drums. So yay, much fun. 

Also, I wore clothes. 

Since it was a punk-sort of evening, I tried to incorporate something of the style. 
I got as far as tartan... I wore the cool new top I mentioned at an earlier post. It's got a nice, colourful print, and a high collar. It's sleeveless, so I paired it with a mesh top underneath, and a shrug on top. Also, wristlets are a must. 
My skirt is brand new, it's my reward for getting my webshop back on line. It's ridiculously wide, and very pleasant to wear. Since it's made with cotton, it falls heavily, and doesn't fly. The shrug is the easiest shrug ever, made with a wide piece knit in seed stitch, and sewn together at both ends. To make it a bit more interesting, I added a crochet shell edge around the cuffs and the border. 

Top: Second hand
Shrug and Skirt: Heather Wielding Originals

The bar was quite full, despite it being the night of the Eurovision song contest. Sadly, people hadn't come in to listen to the band, but to watch the song contest on TV... After the band had played two sets, everyone settled to watch as the votes came in. We ran off at that point, going starts to get a bit rough around here after midnight. People don't come to the bar to get drunk, see, they come in to get drunkER, and I get fed up with mindlessly intoxicated crowds pretty fast. Getting tipsy is one thing, getting shitfaced is another. 

Husband, the photographer, managed to get some really crappy shots this time. Sorry! 

Make-up was pretty basic, as usual. Dark-rimmed eyes and dark red lips. And, for a chance, Morticia-red nail varnish. I got the varnish from Yves Rocher, and it's a killer. Lasts very well, dries super-fast, and one layer gives full coverage. I have the same varnish in red and eggplant, and both are my absolute favourites. Now if UncleYves only did the paint in black...
I left my hair loose since it's got a nice-ish length again, and has started to curl up. I'm really enjoying being almost long-haired again!

This one I had to take myself, since Husband wouldn't concentrate one bit :|
So. I'm home alone, and I've been cleaning all night. Time to play. Oblivion, as usual... I started over with a male hero, and he's so fine I spend most of my playing time staring at him :D 

Until next time, 

Saturday, March 29, 2014

Feeling Better

As the title may indicate, I'm feeling better. 
I can even pinpoint the reason to this sudden change. Actually it's not just one reason, but a bundle of many. All of which are really boring and work-related. 
I'll share anyway. 

First, I updated my ubuntu. Which sorted out the persistant problems with my scanner. It works now without me having to resort to all sorts of mystical scripts if I want to, like, scan an image. Yay! 

Second, I got all of my paperwork done. Yay! 

Third, I thought I'd update my webshop real quick, and the whole thing exploded. 
Why is this a good thing, you may ask. As did I. Well. Turns out, I now have the latest version of PrestaShop, and it's a lot nicer than the old version I had before the meltdown. I even get a really cool layout. So Yay! 
A lot of work is still to be done, but that's fine. The rush of orders is cleared, and I can concentrate on getting my hands dirty with the shop. 

In order to celebrate, we went to the club in Ähtäri. They had live music! And I wore clothes, look! 
Skirt: H&M, second-hand, modded a  bit
DeathRock Bustier: Heather Wielding Original
Shoes: Second-hand, heavily modded

The club had two bands playing. The first was... how can I put this in a nice, polite way... well, they were really young, and had a lot of potential. 
The second band, Nodian, was a lot better. And pretty. They played black metal and did it rather well. While being very pretty. 
Check them out, I recommend if you're into black metal.

So. Back to clothes. I thought I'd go for a more metal-sort of look, but getting dressed, pretty happened. I chose a skirt I haven't worn out yet, since it's very big and very airy and it flies like crazy. Being that we weren't going to spend but a moment outside, I decided to give the skirt a go. I paired it with a brand-spanking new DeathRock Bustier, which I'm turning into a pattern/tutorial. It's supported with sewable rigilene tape, which makes it both comfortable and machine washable. 

I'm really enjoying wearing my hair up for a change. It's been short for so long I'd almost forgotten what it's like to have a proper (if a bit messy) hair-do. I did my lips a bit differently: I lined them with black, and added pink lipstick. I rather liked the result, it's black but not in an "in your face" sort of way. 

We took photos in a real hurry, so they're a bit shoddy. One of them was worse than the rest, but it had a really big smile. Since Goths are supposed to be gloomy and moody, I want to share smiley pictures when I can :P

Until next time

Friday, March 21, 2014

Gone Shopping

Whenever I think to myself "I'll be a better blogger", it's when everyone all of a sudden needs a new dress. 
I've been swamped with work. After the last post, I actually had a little bit of a meltdown, and had to force myself to take four days off right in the middle of a sewing-chaos. 
One lives, one learns. I now know I can't work 24/7. I need at least one day off per week. To play Oblivion. Or to dribble on pretty English men. 

Y-day, Husband wanted to go shopping. I'd tackled the last of the flood of orders to a point of "I need a fitting", so it was perfect timing for a day off. 
It was a cold, snowy day, the last day of real winter, I hope. And I wasn't dressed for it. 
In the morning, I felt like I needed something really pretty to take my mind off... well, everything. So I wore my new favourite dress, and paired it with my tartan corselet. 
And for the first time in two years, I got my hair into a bun! 
Wrap-cut dress, waist corselet: Heather Wielding Originals
Mesh top: second hand
Scissor pendant: Goottikirppis

We went to Seinäjoki to loot the flea markets. Husband's cousin (his hair is longer than mine, jealous over here) came with, and took us to dinner later. We went to Daddy's Diner, and I got to regret wearing a corselet... it's boned with plastic, but still made me feel really nauseous after stuffing myself with a humongous garlic burger and almost all the chips that came with it... Note to self: do not do that again. 

Daddy's Diner was really nice, I liked the food and the atmosphere (it was like having walked into Pulp Fiction, only the waitresses weren't dressed as famous pin-ups) and I will return there for cheesecake some day soon. 

Shopping was good, too, I dug up some fabrics and a pretty little top for the summer. And no, I didn't think to take pictures of what I found, silly me. 

I wish, I wish, I wish.

I'm still not out of the funk that got me down earlier. It's transformed a bit, leaving me very angry, but... I don't know. I think I need a vacation, like, somewhere else. Like, at Mom's and Dad's. Or with Sis and hers. Anyplace else where it's warm and quiet when I try to sleep.

So. Tomorrow, I get another day off. On Sunday, too. 
What does the mad dress maker do on her day off? Sew for herself. 

Until next time

Monday, February 10, 2014

February Theme: Outerwear

This months theme on  Sophistique Noir was outerwear. 
I almost didn't make it in time. 

I just finished altering my favourite winter coat. I featured it on my other blog last winter, but only wore it once after it was completed. I figured the gusset in the back made my tail look big, so the pretty coat got forgotten. 
Until today. 
I took it out, tried it on, and ripped the gusset out, replacing it with a slit.

Originally, I made the coat from another coat I no longer liked. I altered it drastically, and added a warm lining. 
The coat now bears a pirate-y feel, with large, lace-trimmed cuffs and buttons in the back. 

The collar is very high. I wanted it closed so I wouldn't have to wear a scarf with this coat. 
The length is practical here where every distance is covered by car. 

All in all, it's a very pretty coat, and I'm glad Mrs Kitty's theme made me unearth it from the depths of my wardrobe. 


Saturday, February 8, 2014

... so that's what it was

The blues didn't fix itself. Instead, it turned into crankiness. For a week or so, I had to fight an urge to throw sharp, pointy objects at Husband. 
Naturally, he didn't cause the crankiness, but since he's closest, he gets to suffer when I'm on a bad mood. 

Life is, like, so fair. 

So. On Thursday, we went to Jyväskylä. Mom and Dad live there, and since Finntroll was playing in Lutakko, we thought it was time to take a little break from work and the House and responsibilities. We left on Thursday, and returned on Friday, but the little holiday did wonders to my desire to inflict pain. 

Mom and Dad's house is amazing. It's big, it's beautiful, it's warm. Dad has redone most of it with his own two hands, and the results of his work are stunning. During the summer, he re-did the stairwell, giving their house a face-lift which transformed it from a lovely place to a designer home. I love-love-love the house, and seeing it again after a long while made me homesick. 
And then I got jealous. 
I wish I was as capable as Dad. It would be so nice to pick up a hammer and do wonders to this place. 

... and then again, how hard can it be? Surely I could learn. 
Must study. 

So. Finntroll. No outfit photos. I got a new camera for Christmas, but I still can't remember to take it with... 

I hadn't seen Finntroll before. I didn't even know what sort of music they played. I just sorta went along when Husband said it'd probably maybe be nice to go. 
I'm so glad I did, I loved them! I stood there watching with the biggest grin on my face for the entire gig. Which was really long. It was so much fun. 
It's been a long while since a new band has done that to me. It was really nice to get such a perfect surprise. 

Standing there, watching, I realized what had made me so angry and blue. 

I miss bands. 

Living in Tampere, we went to see bands at least once a month. Here, we see one once a year if we're lucky. And it's always a band Husband picks, and never anything I want to see. 
Because the bands I want to see never come here in the middle of nowhere. 
So to compensate, I've been listening to The 69Eyes most of the evening. Husband hates them, but I sorta grew up with them playing.

I miss long hair and machine made smoke. Testosterone and pretty boys with make-up on. 
I miss living in a house with a roof that doesn't leak, and where mice don't surprisingly crowd the closet when the master of the house goes to Tampere to get wasted. 

Mice, goddammit. I've always dreamed of living in a house with a rodent problem and a leaky roof. 

Could be worse, of course. We could still be living in Tampere. With, like, bars and bands and pretty boys with long hair and make-up.

So, home alone 666. Last time I was home alone, I did nothing but work. 
Today, I've mostly been working on an outfit for a client. But now... 
Husband got both Thor-movies. I'm so goan go drool on Loki now. 


Tuesday, January 28, 2014


I've been feeling blue lately. 
This is strange for me: I'm one of the shiny happy people. 
To compensate, I've been immersing myself in work. Writing and sewing have filled my days, but done little to lift my spirits. 
Yesterday, Husband took me shopping. Mopey Woman found three pieces of clothing she intends to alter to fit her figure, and a glittery cardigan she refused to take off. 

I never wear clothes straight from the flea market. I wash them first. This one, however, has stayed on since I tried it after returning home. Paired with a puffball-bondage skirt, I felt safe.

Grey Top: H&M
Glitter Cardigan: Second Hand
Puffball-Bondage Skirt: Heather Wielding Original

The house is cold. Dreadfully so. We had real winter weather with temperatures down to -25C for a few weeks, and I was frozen. With two skirts, tights, kneehigh wool socks, two pullovers and fingerless mitts I was still frozen to the core. To top it all up, as the weather turned warmer, the roof started leaking. 

I miss Mom and Dad's house. Wish I could just move back in. 

This is one wall of our kitchen. The door leads to a corridor which connects to GrandMa's side of the house.

The doors here make noise. All of them have their own, unique voice. And all of them need a kick to both open and close. I like kicking stuff, but this is a bit ridiculous. 
Also, the light in the loo has developed a habit of flicking itself on for a heatbeat after it's turned off. If I didn't know better, I'd say this place is bloody haunted. 

One more reason to miss Mommy. 

In order to scare off any spirit (someone has actually died in this house, in a pool of blood, so at least I know whose spirit, if any, wonders), I make noise now. 
The bracelets came from my Mopey shopping spree. They match my favorite ring perfectly. 

In the background, last night's agenda. 
I knit a kid-sized wool sock from what I had left over after my kneehighs while watching both Conan-movies and drinking cider. 

Now, I'm going to make myself another dinner, and watch American Horror Story. 

Until next time. 

PS: Since I hardly ever go anywhere nice anymore, I figured I'd try to take more photos of outfits worn around the house. Prepare yourselves for the horror of makeupless Mopey Woman.