Mini Blind Corset

Here is the making of a Corset made from Mini Blinds, Bicycle Tire Tubes, A Door knob Plate, and 8 hinges (not photographed).  The skirt which also is not included is made out of  x-rays that greg gleaned!  You’ll have to all come to the show to see the final piece… just so you know, the skirt lights up! 🙂

Mini blind corset doodle.  My love affair started when I found this old white door knob plate.  It was begging to be made into something.

These are metal mini blinds cut into thirds.  I use masking tape to hold the weft down as I measure and then weave through… making the fabric is pretty time consuming, not to mention painful. The edges always seem to scratch up my hands.

Oh hello Project runway.  This is my dress form that I’m drawing the shapes I’d like to pattern from.  You can see the clear plastic over the black lines.  Traditionally a pattern maker would use muslin to drape the fabric around the form and over the lines making it difficult to replicate.  With the clear plastic, I have a very durable pattern, and one that I can see EXACTLY what I marked instead of having to feel through the fabric.  The see through-ness is a real time saver!These are the pattern pieces laid out and taped on the woven mini blind fabric.  MAKE sure to label all pieces and parts.  They get confusing when they’re all fragmented.Drilling the stitching holes with my fancy dremel.

Once the holes are in.  I can sew the pieces together.  I’ve chosen to use bicycle tire tubes as my thread.  They must be cut very thin.

Here is a sneak peak at the back before I put in a cashmere sweater lining.

And here is the finished top.  The back of the corset which isn’t photographed is laced up the back with bicycle tire tube thread, and 8 gorgeous hinges.  It’s really cool looking on.  Can’t wait for you all to see my nordic model I choose to wear this dress…. GOR-GEOUS!


Chris Jordan @ the health of our economy….

These are photographic works from Chris Jordan’s Midway: Message from the Gyres Collection. I thought it appropriate in response to Chandra’s previous post, “Garbage as proxy to the current economical climate.”

 “For me, kneeling over their carcasses is like looking into a macabre mirror. These birds reflect back an appallingly emblematic result of the collective trance of our consumerism and runaway industrial growth. Like the albatross, we first-world humans find ourselves lacking the ability to discern anymore what is nourishing from what is toxic to our lives and our spirits. Choked to death on our waste, the mythical albatross calls upon us to recognize that our greatest challenge lies not out there, but in here”

Chris Jordan, Seattle, February 2011

Garbage as proxy to the current Economical Climate

Caught a nice blurb on NPR’s Marketplace this evening in which our trash was being used as an indicator to the “health” of the economy. Kai Ryssdahl remarked that the guy featured in the link actually had a pretty salient formula….but we already knew this right? The thing that got me, was, if we are in an economically barren landscape right now and the amount of refuse we see on a daily basis is already overwhelming, what does the transfer station/ landfill look like in “healthy” economic times. Furthermore, while this formula seems to be effective for determining the so called health of our economy, is health the right word to use in this context? The more we throw away the better our life is? Hmmmm. Here’s the link:

Put your money where your mouth is.

Today at the dump, Greg, Chandra, Sarah and myself had the luxury of gleaning together. That’s six more eyes, and six more brave hands scouring the trash in search of treasures.  We found an unbelievable amount of stuff.

I pulled out about 100 lbs today.  I didn’t need any of it, my heart just broke at the thought of not rescuing it.  So, I loaded as much as I could into my car (I still had stuff from yesterdays findings in there), and drove off to donate it.

Alyssa from Scrap was really excited by what we had saved that day at the dump.  3 rolls of Butcher paper, a bag of plastic flowers, several skeins of yarn, 4 photo albums, 23 paper bags, a bag of old calendars, 14 panels of foam core, 5 gallons of tempura paint, and much more.  It all weighed about 113lbs.  Donating it to scrap would have saved these people upwards of 100 bucks.  What would you do if you have 100 extra bucks in your pocket?


Let me sing to you the song of my people

Man, this morning was nothing short of epic. Greg, Sarah, Jen and I all showed up around 10 to glean together and the energy of our quatra-fecta created a crackle in the air that palpable and infectious.

We would hover around trucks like vultures circling a fresh kill waiting for the carnivores to leave us carcasses, quickly swooping in and calling to each other as we found scrumptious morsels.

We were detectives scouring the scourges for clues; searching and re-searching, creating stories and bodies and shells. We slinked along the edge of the pile, dancing and parading. Today was a festival of reincarnation. Today, we overcame death and pulled icons of a still living civilization to add to our alters. We refused to allow the refuse its entombment.

Jen found me a lute (actually a seagull leg) (actually a stool leg) and I pranced and high-stepped the margins of the pile playing an invisible song and singing to the pile” Let me sing to you the song of my people, Let me sing to you the song of my people”. Like a pied piper with a magic song my scavengers crawled out of the dusty rubble and assembled themselves and followed me home.