Azira's dress begins to take shape
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by Drusilla on November 26th, 2014, 5:58 am
41st of Fall
Drusilla's spirits were high today as she began her work. She had pulled up Azira's newly updated sizes and the dummy that matched. Moving about her station she gathered what would be needed for today. Finally removing the beautiful silk from a drawer. She felt the eyes of the other Avora and Cheits on her and the beautiful fabric. However she was too excited to care.
She had already cut templates for the dress after making sure it was perfect several hundred times. Everything had to be perfect. Drusilla looked over the sketches she'd done. She'd start with the flowy bryda that went under the dress giving off the look of extra fabric. Much like a slip or second layer.
Laying out the black silk Drusilla pinned it down in the corners keeping it from moving while she worked. Once satisfied that the fabric wouldn't move, she continued on to laying the cut pattern on the silk and pinning that as well. Now certain nothing would shift or move she could begin to cut around the pattern cutting a copy out of the silk as well.
The cutting had to be slow, careful, and exact. Drusilla even at times held her breath as if her breathing would throw off her cutting. Slowly, slowly, curve slightly, good, now careful. She coaxed herself along mentally as she worked, cutting inch by inch in a slow almost meditative state. She had tuned out everything around her every bit of her being focusing on perfection. A bell later she had a perfect copy of the pattern, only in beautiful black silk. Drusilla folded the cut silk gently and prepared to relay the pattern and cut the other side of the bryda out.
Once the pattern had been relayed on the silk and everything repined. She began the slow cutting process again. All of her focus returning to the job at hand, it was as if the world was in slow motion as she worked, or perhaps time itself had stopped. While neither was true the Symenestra continued on ever so carefully and ever so slowly until the second bryda cut was done. Finally she could breath, for now. |
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by Drusilla on December 6th, 2014, 6:24 am
Drusilla unpinned the silk and lined up the two cuts for the bryda, making sure they matched up. Much to her delight they did which meant she could get to sewing the pieces together. Finding her favorite needle and the perfect thread, she dove in to her work.
This would be another long process, the sewing itself. Every stitch had to be perfect. She had left enough fabric for the seams so hopefully everything would go smoothly. Drusilla turned the fabric inside out and began to sew the outside of a pant leg. She smiled she missed working with silk. It was nice to work with it again. Silk was a familiar cloth to Drusilla, she knew what to expect of it, how to work with it. At The Weft and Warp she had learned how silk was made. In fact, she herself had worked making silk. It had given her a respect for the fabric and for the many hands that helped make it and the soft moth larva that died to make it all possible. So much went into the making of silk, she had seen it first hand.
Drusilla stopped to take note of how far she had gotten along the pants, halfway she noted. Now stopping to look at the bryda, they weren't full length bryda, more knee length or more just below the knees. Azira was young and fit, after all she was a hunter. Drusilla nodded this would show off her no doubt toned legs nicely. |
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by Drusilla on February 7th, 2015, 10:24 pm
Drusilla held up the pants, mentally taking in where she would hem them at. She laid the pants back down with a smile. Delicately folding one of the pant legs inward, needle in hand she began to sew hemming the pants so they would fray any time soon. Although she was making these for Azira... She'd sew the hem with extra thread to make sure it stayed in place.
She finally held the pants up, looking over her work as a whole. For the most part yes, of course there were some minor issues here and there. But Drusilla had expected as much and began to fix each and every little detail. Only then could she add the final touches to the pants.
And so she worked fixing every little flaw, keeping her mind strictly on work even though it desperately wanted to daydream. She held them up again looking over everything she had fixed. Drusilla smiled at her work.
Moving the pants aside she took and spread the gold silk on the table. She cut a long thin strip from it and safely tucked the rest of the gold silk away. The pants returned to the table getting the final touch a gold stripe at the very edge of the pants, an accent that would match the dress itself. Perfect. The Symenestra was very pleased with her work. The pants, after another look over were finished and she could move on to the dress itself.
She folded the beautiful pants and put them away for safe keeping. Drusilla looked over the dress design Azira had settled on. She made a few notes here and there. |
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