Well, see the measurements I left for Jay below? I'm a 38H, for heaven's sake. I'm not a small girl by any means, but NO ONE makes decent corset and/or bodices for people like me: a big bust but not an overly huge waist.
When I was in college, some dear friends got me into faire one day, and I was stunned. You know the drill. It was amazing and unbelievable and SO much fun! I HAD to dress up. So they helped me come up with some great costume stuff-- at first I was Star, from The Lost Boys, gone horribly wrong. But by the end of that year-- my very first season!-- I had a gorgeous green taffeta gown. In my last entry I mentioned how I almost didn't recognise myself the first time I saw me in a mirror in "that gown"-- that was the dress. Oh, how I loved it.
But then, one day, Shannon (Belladonna) wanted me to scribe her a poem RIGHTNOW, and in my haste, I emptied a bottle of purple ink on the skirt of the dress. That was the end of it. Oh, how I grieved. I bought a Crystal bodice which was an unbelievable piece of junk-- the cheap metal boning in the front snapped and went IN. Owowow. After that, I got a Moresca, and within three weekends it started falling apart. Despite one my my friends who worked for them telling me it was a mistake in the cutting-- they'd just started to make the taffeta bodices-- Lena refused to replace it, telling me she'd "patch it." I went ballistic. If I pay $90 for a piece and it dies after SIX DAYS, you'd better damned well replace it! Sigh. Anyway, after I all but threatened her with small claims court-- oh, wait, I DID threaten her with small claims court!-- I got my money back and decided it was time to take my breasts in hand, so to speak. As I mentioned, no one else was going to do it, so I had to so it myself. And I did! And someone liked what I'd done, so I made one for her. And someone else saw it somewhere (Lady Cathead, you out there?) and I made her one. And they told two friends, and they told two friends, and so on, and so on, and so on!
So I guess I took the path so many costumers take. I started with me, and moved on from there. I did try grad school for a year-- twice. That wasn't what i needed, though. So now I work privately, and enjoy it more.
Yeah thanks, that's what I was wondering. (Of course if I had checked out your website before I posted, I would have gotten that info from there. Oops...) It's always interesting I think to find out how people get involved in their own business.
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Date: 2004-01-31 09:39 am (UTC)„
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Date: 2004-02-01 05:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-31 02:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-02-03 03:13 am (UTC)When I was in college, some dear friends got me into faire one day, and I was stunned. You know the drill. It was amazing and unbelievable and SO much fun! I HAD to dress up. So they helped me come up with some great costume stuff-- at first I was Star, from The Lost Boys, gone horribly wrong. But by the end of that year-- my very first season!-- I had a gorgeous green taffeta gown. In my last entry I mentioned how I almost didn't recognise myself the first time I saw me in a mirror in "that gown"-- that was the dress. Oh, how I loved it.
But then, one day, Shannon (Belladonna) wanted me to scribe her a poem RIGHTNOW, and in my haste, I emptied a bottle of purple ink on the skirt of the dress. That was the end of it. Oh, how I grieved. I bought a Crystal bodice which was an unbelievable piece of junk-- the cheap metal boning in the front snapped and went IN. Owowow. After that, I got a Moresca, and within three weekends it started falling apart. Despite one my my friends who worked for them telling me it was a mistake in the cutting-- they'd just started to make the taffeta bodices-- Lena refused to replace it, telling me she'd "patch it." I went ballistic. If I pay $90 for a piece and it dies after SIX DAYS, you'd better damned well replace it! Sigh. Anyway, after I all but threatened her with small claims court-- oh, wait, I DID threaten her with small claims court!-- I got my money back and decided it was time to take my breasts in hand, so to speak. As I mentioned, no one else was going to do it, so I had to so it myself. And I did! And someone liked what I'd done, so I made one for her. And someone else saw it somewhere (Lady Cathead, you out there?) and I made her one. And they told two friends, and they told two friends, and so on, and so on, and so on!
So I guess I took the path so many costumers take. I started with me, and moved on from there. I did try grad school for a year-- twice. That wasn't what i needed, though. So now I work privately, and enjoy it more.
How's that?
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Date: 2004-02-03 02:11 pm (UTC)Q?
Date: 2004-02-01 03:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-02-03 02:59 am (UTC)49
39
45
Underarm to waist 9
Point to point 8.5
What else do you need?
To illustrate why you shouldn't hand me straight lines likes these...
Date: 2004-02-02 05:30 am (UTC)*giggle*
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Date: 2004-02-03 02:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-02-02 10:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-02-03 02:55 am (UTC)Yet.