This weekend is the Yukon Sourdough Rendevous, and boy do Yukoners know how to party! I'm not really surprised by this after 8 months living here, but it's always a fun lesson to relearn.
|Fabric for my 19th century ensemble: Lace for a bolero, cream bedsheet (later swapped out for a rose-printed cotton sheet) for the dress under-layer, and sheer burgundy for the dress over-layer.|
|I really do love how the skirt looked with the sheer burgundy fabric looked over the rose-printed cotton.|
Molly sent it to me after one of her giveaway's back in November, and I've been trying to figure out what to do with it ever since. It wasn't that large, just a narrow piece cut along one salvage. When I pulled it out of the cupboard on Thursday, I realized it was just long enough to be a long-sleeved bolero, and then I was off.
I unfortunately didn't take any pictures during the construction, but it was easy to do. [WARNING: ATTEMPT AT DESCRIBING THE PROCESS AHEAD. PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK] I trimmed up the bottom cut edge to even it up. Then I simply drapped the piece over my shoulders and played around with some pins until I got the top and the bottom edges lined up to my likings. Since the lower edge went across my back and the upper edge had to curve from my sides and around my neck, the upper edge needed to be longer than the lower edge. When laid flat on my table, this created a natural taper from the body to the wrist. I pinned down this taper, evened up both sleeves, (carefully) tried it on, then sewed down the sleeves using a zigzag stitch. After a quick trim around the wrist, my frothy little bolero was done!
The party was only one event in this weekend-long festival; there were all sorts of fun events on! My personal favourites were the chainsaw chucking contest, the one-dog pull (where a dog was harnessed to a sleigh loaded with hundreds of pounds of dogfood, and the dog who pulled it the fastest won), the hockey tournament (which my boyfriend's team won!), and the maple taffy. Okay, so the maple taffy is a long-standing tradition at Rendevous, where a bunch of french geniuses prepared the hot taffy while everyone stands around drooling, and then pours strips of it on a snow-covered table to cool. The taffy is then rolled onto a stick and you fight the crowds to get your paws on the sticky, gooey icy-warm treat. And if you're me, you proceed to get it in your hair and all over your phone (but it's totally worth it).
So all in all, it was a fantastic weekend, and I'm glad I was in town for the festival! The only down side is the resulting state of my sewing room:
|Thank goodness there's a door to this room that I can close.|