I am lucky enough to be working for the wonderful people at Sink the Pink London making costumes for the inaugural Summer Ball. It’s only the official launch of Pride Week in London, it’s only a 3,000-person venue. They’ve only gone and got the Venga Boys and Kiesza to perform.
It’s very, very exciting.
No doubt, I’ve been unfollowable on twitter lately as I’ve been posting out of context photos of various pieces I’ve made and, as I’ve pretty much been sewing all day and night, I’m pretty sure I’ve almost lost the ability to converse. It’s an absolute blast though and I haven’t had this much fun in ages. I don’t want to reveal too much but here are some of the things I’ve been swearing at lately. Keep in mind these are all going to be worn by some beautiful dancers who make these things look better than I hoped. (Thank you Joe, Kiera, Chester, Ted, Raven and Jess)
Lots of handsewn detail because I have delusions of being couture (and, apparently, I am a masochist).
Some of the other capes are in the previous post but at last count, I’ve made about 8.
Other bits of fabulous.
I actually really like how this looks like a pair of lips here. Luckily this is stretch sequin, cross stitched so no unravelling. A bit of a bitch to use in the machine but I found a way round that.
The colour has come out terrible here but you get the idea. Ribbon outfit, arm pieces (ala Randy Savage as someone on twitter pointed out), head piece. You may also notice my McGyver skills with fashioning an arm out of two wooden spoons and a coat hanger.
There are five days til the show and 4 days til dress rehearsal. About two weeks ago, I was ready to chuck everything onto a bonfire (it’d be a pretty quick bonfire since most of these costumes are made of flammable). It was the “OH GOD, IT’S ALL FUCKING TERRIBLE!” stage, which usually hits at the half way point. After going to a rehearsal and watching the dancers in some of the pieces, I felt so much better. I was so excited I probably could’ve cried. But this is no time for crying, I still need to carve up and cover a load of foam pieces, take things in, let things out, glue things on, etc, etc, etc…
It’s all very, very blindingly sparkly and everywhere I turn I find an errant pin or sequin. But the best bit of sparkle happened on my birthday.
And I’m not talking about my nail polish ; )