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Some time ago I decided to learn how to make my own clothes. As expected, it goes really slowly. I'm not exactly a woman that just sits down and get things done even when I know exactly how (just look at the frequency of this blog's updates...) so obviously when I'm in an uncharted territory the relatively simple things can take ages to complete. This dress was supposed to be a Christmas gift for my sister. It ended up as an Easter one. The fact that my sewing machine broke twice (or actually just once but it wasn't properly fixed the first time so the problem returned really quickly) didn't exactly speed things up but let's be honest, I can't blame more than one week of the delay on it. All the rest was just me being overwhelmed by the fact that I'm trying to transform a piece of fabric into a wearable item. Well, I cannot tell if it is more of a success or a failure. It's not horrible and my sis is able to put it on, but it's not pretty ...

I have already touched this subject in my  opening post ; if you want a short version just read the 4th paragraph. If you care to read more, this is your lucky day because I'm going to write more. There are several reasons that combined together made me want to make my own clothes, although each one is good enough on its own: my personal tastes, my size, my low budget, all the problems that come with shopping for clothes online, and finally my great and still growing disapproval of modern fashion industry in general. I always liked styles that were at least a little bit on the extravagant side. As a teenager, I was awed by alternative British fashion of the 1960s and 1970s. I dreamt of Sg. Peppers' jacket, brightly striped bell-bottoms, flowy chiffon dress with insanely wide sleeves, velvet cape, and forest green satin top hat. I was a bit of a geek too and I wanted to dress like sci-fi heroines just as much as I wanted to cosplay Keith Richards, Ian Anderson, or P...