Well.

[ysobelle]

If you could ask me anything, what would you want to know?

Comments

[mauser.livejournal.com]

How could you?!
„

[pamjb-66.livejournal.com]

How did you get started in making costumes and corsets for other people?

Q?

[fondor.livejournal.com]

How am I supposed to make your damned leather corset, if you don't send me your measurements?

[ysobelle.livejournal.com]

Oh (laughing), it was easy! Once I got started, it just went on from there! Easiest thing in the world. You should try it some time.

To illustrate why you shouldn't hand me straight lines likes these...

[irishcoyote.livejournal.com]

When was the last time someone went down on you till you thought you'd snap a vertabre?






*giggle*

[miscelenaclosed.livejournal.com]

Are ya sorry you asked? ;)

[ysobelle.livejournal.com]

Christ, baby, it's been years. You offering?

[ysobelle.livejournal.com]

Heh. Not even close!


Yet.

[ysobelle.livejournal.com]

Sigh.


49
39
45

Underarm to waist 9
Point to point 8.5

What else do you need?

[ysobelle.livejournal.com]

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.

How's that?

Re:

[pamjb-66.livejournal.com]

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.