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2024.05.15 09:00 Riiwn Sizing up a blazer pattern
Anyone have any experience with sewing and making patterns from existing clothes?
I got the blazer I found thats really cute, but probably a size or two too small, I ripped half of it apart (kept the other half to use for reference) and made a pattern with it. I figured if I just added more seam allowance it would be the same as sizing it up, except I used most of that seam allowance on doing a french seam due to the fabric. So not its basically the same size anyway, but things like armholes obviously didn't size up despite this method. Looking at ready made patterns with different sizes, I see its not just a matter of adding more seam allowance, so whats the trick? And how to make it all fit together once its done if I add more on the armhole length and so on?
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I got the blazer I found thats really cute, but probably a size or two too small, I ripped half of it apart (kept the other half to use for reference) and made a pattern with it. I figured if I just added more seam allowance it would be the same as sizing it up, except I used most of that seam allowance on doing a french seam due to the fabric. So not its basically the same size anyway, but things like armholes obviously didn't size up despite this method. Looking at ready made patterns with different sizes, I see its not just a matter of adding more seam allowance, so whats the trick? And how to make it all fit together once its done if I add more on the armhole length and so on?
2024.05.15 08:56 xPostmasterGeneralx The graduation fit
 | I graduated from law school and sewed my own dress! I combined two patterns from Joann’s and hand drew a pocket pattern. I posted it on SK and DK loved the dress 🥹 submitted by xPostmasterGeneralx to Kibbe [link] [comments] Idk how to add captions but the last picture is a closeup on the top ft SD fiancée |
2024.05.15 08:41 Ravens_Quote The Hangknell Leper- Chpt. 1 (might write more, idk, depends on feedback)
To live in the Undead Burg is a daily test of one’s wit and their will. The brutish and dull fall to the cunning, and the weak intellectual tears their own mind asunder. For those who escape the Asylum, it is sometimes enough to make one consider voyaging back to their cell.
After all, only a few are Chosen.
In the lower levels of the Undead Burg, a cloak of rat skin fluttered behind a walking corpse as they hurriedly turned the corner of a short length of stone stairs, slamming the shield of a hollow soldier against the ground just as the claws and fangs of the first hound rose to meet it. In truth he lacked the strength to properly defend himself with the thing, to raise it with only one arm and withstand a blow with the same, but it didn’t matter here. The lower corner of the shield lay braced against the bottommost of a length of stone steps. This, with his shoulder pressed against the shield’s top, made progress against him nearly impossible for a foe so light as this.
If idiocy was to lose one’s common sense, then it couldn’t account for the stupidity of an undead hound. The corpse raised a spear over the shield and swung it downward in a pathetic arc, the wood slapping against the metal with hardly a noise to report. Seeing the motion, the dog leapt sideways out of some horribly trained reflex, and in this manner crashed into large pile of eternally burning corpses. It yelped as the heat caught it, spasmed as it searched for purchase amidst the mass of charred bones and melted flesh, and promptly died. The commotion brought with it the sound of distant footsteps, and soon another beast had run headlong into the shield. This one took two similar “attacks” of the spear to repeat its fellow’s mistake, and the one after it four.
To think he had once been terrified of these things, and discovered his tactic in panic.
Beside the steps was a well, and (after a moment to ensure no further dogs were coming), it was this against which the corpse laid his heavy shield. The next test between him and his goal would require agility, something ill-afforded with such heavy hardware. For this, he turned his attention to the well’s crank, and set thereafter to turning it. From the depths was raised a target shield tied in place of a bucket, and upon it a collection of bones, a severed hand, a ring, and a candlestick. The corpse laid the miscellaneous treasures aside, untying the shield and equipping it to his left arm.
The first two thieves were marked by buckets… or rather, the buckets were set in place to tell the thieves which doors were to be hid behind. As travelers came and went, the buckets would roll down the hill as they were knocked aside or blown by the wind or carried around by the dogs, and thus the thieves’ stations would move. When it was determined one had rolled too far down the decline of the alleyway, an annoyed thief would inevitably carry it to a more desired station, pretend it had always been there, and hide themselves behind the newly marked door. It was possible some band of thieves set this tradition in place long ago and retained the habit after they’d eventually gone hollow, but proving this thought today would be nearly beyond impossible. The reasoning didn’t matter to the corpse, of course, but the effect he used to his advantage.
The tops of the doors he adorned with knives from the Lady of Moss- blades up, such that the forceful opening of the door would spin the knives just right to sink their poisonous bile into the victims below. What additional wastes and acids the corpse had applied need not be mentioned by name, only that they shared their patron creature with the leather cloak on his back. With his work done, he now walked the side of the alley as any clueless traveler would have, and awaited the springing of the trap.
As always, the third and lowermost thief signaled the attack by kicking open their door. The two now behind the corpse followed, and shortly thereafter issued their raspy exhales of pain amidst the clatter of falling steel. The corpse charged. The leader hurriedly reached for their throwing knives but was swiftly force-fed the edge of the corpse’s shield, thusly to be brought to the ground. Here was the corpse’s blade drawn, its cracked and jagged tip turned down towards its latest prey.
When skinning rats, it is important that one carries a sharp blade. This both to pierce the thick hide, and to avoid unnecessary damage to the intestines, stomach, and other usable bits lying beneath. Replacing the rat with a hollow, the corpse preferred the tip of a broken straight sword to the edge of his usual dagger. The motions made indeed bore some crude similarity to his work when harvesting leather, but the abandon of care became only more evident with each forceful cut and flailingly resisted gouge. In the end, what remained could hardly be discerned from a spot of muck on the road, a hollow-faced madman above it.
Further down, beyond a second set of stone steps, was another favorite spot of ambush for the thieves. The mutts at the end of the alley had long since devoured whatever scraps had been used to position them, and so readily charged forth at the beckoning call of the corpse. They found at his feet the now separated legs of the corpse’s most recent kill, adorned in many fresh gouges and oozing with a pungent liquid. The source of this meal mattered not to them, and so they eagerly set to work engorging themselves on the new flesh. So single-minded were they, intent on ridding themselves of the insatiable undead hunger that plagued them, that neither one slowed as a white foam began to pour from their mouths. Their stomachs first bulged, then split apart and spilt what little they had for content as the acid worked its way through. Their legs gave way from beneath them, first the hind, then the front, and yet still they desperately swallowed more of the decaying flesh and embedded stomach-skin pouches that rapidly digested them in return. When at last the pair had at last lost such strength as to no longer reach the meals inches away from their first gasping, then whining maws, the corpse delivered their mercy. A swift kick, and what little remained of their necks gave freedom to their lifeless skulls. The thieves, meanwhile, bore no challenge the corpse had not already faced. Knives over the first few doors, the greeting of jaw and shield, the pillaging of another victim. Nothing unusual, and nothing of note.
With the capra demon gone, some “chosen” adventurer having long since vanquished it from realm, little now stood between the corpse and… her… save only one thing. The corpse took the last flight of stairs three at a time, ricocheting off the wall on the outside of its only turn and bounding towards his target.
There she was, out in the open as always. The corpse sprinted down the stairs and, after passing a blind corner, set his left foot forward and crouched to halt his considerable momentum. The ambusher behind him was easily parried as he brought his shield up and behind him, cracking something in their forearm or perhaps their wrist. Not bothering to waste time, the corpse’s broken blade was brought upwards through the ambusher’s jaw until it snapped the bit bone between their eyes. This done, the corpse wrenched his weapon up and sideways with a hollow “pop” as the neck gave leave of its skull. The body collapsed to the side, its head twisting unnaturally upwards and backwards as it freed itself of the blade. The corpse, unbothered, bore no interest in holding either aloft. Now he turned, inspected the last of the thieves, and after a moment returned his blade to its holder.
“You are Patient.”
This first time he’d uttered the phrase, the last word was merely an attribute. ‘Twas a description of the one hollow that could be shot with any arrow, afflicted with any pain, and would yet remain loyally in her position. To be fair, it wasn’t for great gift a choice, as the position of “live bait” was reserved only for whichever of the thieves had been deemed least desirable by the rest. What caused this, and whatever penalties lay for abandoning of the post, were matters the corpse could only assume. The important part was that it was her, the thief who had become “Patient” by name. At their first encounter the corpse had considered dispatching her like the rest, but had hesitated in piercing her skin. He still bore the scar about his neck that she had given him for his idleness, and she still wore the rat skin “grieves” he’d forcefully tied to her for a marker. As time passed, the two gradually traded more scars and more black fur hide between them- the corpse receiving the former, Patient gaining the latter. He had stripped her and tied a pelt about her chest which lay now beneath her leather armor, he’d fashioned a double-thick leather stock to protect her neck, and though he tied gloves to her at a point she’d taken great effort in cutting them off. All this he had done across many visits, through much pain, and at expense of his best materials. Todays gift had by far been the hardest to craft- a thrice layered leather helm affixed on one side with a jawbone to replace what he’d broken so long ago.
His approach was slow, and well-rehearsed. At about ten paces, Patient’s patience finally broke as she ran for him. Today she chose to hesitate upon reaching him, though he'd learned this was by chance of random choice than any form of compassion. The corpse waited for the attack, not daring to kick another outcast as he had once been in life. She tried first her more viscous pattern, a pair of vigorous strikes that slid across the corpse’s target shield rather than bouncing away. She completed the maneuver and immediately prepared for a more powerful, slamming attack, granting the corpse the opportunity he had been seeking.
As she brought her blade down, the corpse deftly batted her strong hand away and gripped her shield with his open hand. Having no further need for his own shield, he cast it now away and spun the patient thief ‘round. She made as if to leap upward and over the corpse, but the maneuver was one he’d long since learned to counter. He stepped back, spinning himself so as to bring her sideways and around and down into a prone position with his right elbow along her back and his left hand pinning her knife arm down.
His next task, before gifts could be given, was to ensure he received no further scars in return. Placing his knee at her back to free one of his hands, he drew from beneath his cloak a coil of red twine fashioned from the same rats he’d skinned for his gift… some of the same, at least. With great effort, the twine was managed around the thief until she could no longer terribly well resist, and her hood was pulled back from her head.
Seeing the sunken red skin, the glowing eyes, the bare teeth, it reminded the corpse of life in the Pit of Outcasts. It was there he’d met the kindest of the living, the most desperate of the poor, and occasionally even a soul or two willing to speak or come close to him. ‘Twas a place for the diseased, the undead, and those criminals deemed too vile to disgrace the hangman’s noose with their neck. It was there he’d learned to knit and to sew, skills gifted to him from an undead woman not terribly discernable from the one before him now. The main difference, at least for now, was the slack jaw broken in uncountable pieces during their first encounter.
Casting the memories aside, the corpse set to his work. The leather about the thief’s neck stilled her head a little, but precisely cutting the skin beneath her jaw to remove the old bone was still a difficult task. The end result was unsightly, and it involved more than a few excessive cuts from the patient’s constant struggling, but it was enough to work with. Removing the old bone took a great deal of time thanks to the many fragments hidden in odd bits and pockets of flesh, but sliding the new one into place and wrapping it in the old muscle proved as easily said as done. The most tiring part was retying the cuts back closed, as the thief regained and continually demonstrated a greater ability to bite and snap as the corpse made more and more progress. The last of these gaps closed, the corpse finally wrapped the rest of the leather helmet about the thief’s skull and tied the loose end to the other side of her new jaw with more twine. It wasn’t his best work, but it was the best he’d done on something still kicking around.
Patient’s hood was returned to its proper position, and the corpse took hold of a length of twine connected to a slipknot in the middle of her back. Midway up the last stretch of stairs he’d come down, the twine was pulled and the knot it held gave way, restoring the thief her freedom. Knowing better than to stick around, the corpse fled to the top of the stairs, standing on the bridge overlooking her station just beyond where she would pursue. He watched as she freed herself of the last of the twine, as she looked to him, and as she eventually returned to her post. He said then the same thing he always said to her, though still he knew not if she recognized it.
“I am Aldin Paltry, the Leper of Hangknell. I will return again.”
He watched a moment more, but was paid not a glance in return. Back through the alley he went, bound for the dragon’s bridge.
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After all, only a few are Chosen.
If idiocy was to lose one’s common sense, then it couldn’t account for the stupidity of an undead hound. The corpse raised a spear over the shield and swung it downward in a pathetic arc, the wood slapping against the metal with hardly a noise to report. Seeing the motion, the dog leapt sideways out of some horribly trained reflex, and in this manner crashed into large pile of eternally burning corpses. It yelped as the heat caught it, spasmed as it searched for purchase amidst the mass of charred bones and melted flesh, and promptly died. The commotion brought with it the sound of distant footsteps, and soon another beast had run headlong into the shield. This one took two similar “attacks” of the spear to repeat its fellow’s mistake, and the one after it four.
To think he had once been terrified of these things, and discovered his tactic in panic.
Beside the steps was a well, and (after a moment to ensure no further dogs were coming), it was this against which the corpse laid his heavy shield. The next test between him and his goal would require agility, something ill-afforded with such heavy hardware. For this, he turned his attention to the well’s crank, and set thereafter to turning it. From the depths was raised a target shield tied in place of a bucket, and upon it a collection of bones, a severed hand, a ring, and a candlestick. The corpse laid the miscellaneous treasures aside, untying the shield and equipping it to his left arm.
The first two thieves were marked by buckets… or rather, the buckets were set in place to tell the thieves which doors were to be hid behind. As travelers came and went, the buckets would roll down the hill as they were knocked aside or blown by the wind or carried around by the dogs, and thus the thieves’ stations would move. When it was determined one had rolled too far down the decline of the alleyway, an annoyed thief would inevitably carry it to a more desired station, pretend it had always been there, and hide themselves behind the newly marked door. It was possible some band of thieves set this tradition in place long ago and retained the habit after they’d eventually gone hollow, but proving this thought today would be nearly beyond impossible. The reasoning didn’t matter to the corpse, of course, but the effect he used to his advantage.
The tops of the doors he adorned with knives from the Lady of Moss- blades up, such that the forceful opening of the door would spin the knives just right to sink their poisonous bile into the victims below. What additional wastes and acids the corpse had applied need not be mentioned by name, only that they shared their patron creature with the leather cloak on his back. With his work done, he now walked the side of the alley as any clueless traveler would have, and awaited the springing of the trap.
As always, the third and lowermost thief signaled the attack by kicking open their door. The two now behind the corpse followed, and shortly thereafter issued their raspy exhales of pain amidst the clatter of falling steel. The corpse charged. The leader hurriedly reached for their throwing knives but was swiftly force-fed the edge of the corpse’s shield, thusly to be brought to the ground. Here was the corpse’s blade drawn, its cracked and jagged tip turned down towards its latest prey.
When skinning rats, it is important that one carries a sharp blade. This both to pierce the thick hide, and to avoid unnecessary damage to the intestines, stomach, and other usable bits lying beneath. Replacing the rat with a hollow, the corpse preferred the tip of a broken straight sword to the edge of his usual dagger. The motions made indeed bore some crude similarity to his work when harvesting leather, but the abandon of care became only more evident with each forceful cut and flailingly resisted gouge. In the end, what remained could hardly be discerned from a spot of muck on the road, a hollow-faced madman above it.
Further down, beyond a second set of stone steps, was another favorite spot of ambush for the thieves. The mutts at the end of the alley had long since devoured whatever scraps had been used to position them, and so readily charged forth at the beckoning call of the corpse. They found at his feet the now separated legs of the corpse’s most recent kill, adorned in many fresh gouges and oozing with a pungent liquid. The source of this meal mattered not to them, and so they eagerly set to work engorging themselves on the new flesh. So single-minded were they, intent on ridding themselves of the insatiable undead hunger that plagued them, that neither one slowed as a white foam began to pour from their mouths. Their stomachs first bulged, then split apart and spilt what little they had for content as the acid worked its way through. Their legs gave way from beneath them, first the hind, then the front, and yet still they desperately swallowed more of the decaying flesh and embedded stomach-skin pouches that rapidly digested them in return. When at last the pair had at last lost such strength as to no longer reach the meals inches away from their first gasping, then whining maws, the corpse delivered their mercy. A swift kick, and what little remained of their necks gave freedom to their lifeless skulls. The thieves, meanwhile, bore no challenge the corpse had not already faced. Knives over the first few doors, the greeting of jaw and shield, the pillaging of another victim. Nothing unusual, and nothing of note.
With the capra demon gone, some “chosen” adventurer having long since vanquished it from realm, little now stood between the corpse and… her… save only one thing. The corpse took the last flight of stairs three at a time, ricocheting off the wall on the outside of its only turn and bounding towards his target.
There she was, out in the open as always. The corpse sprinted down the stairs and, after passing a blind corner, set his left foot forward and crouched to halt his considerable momentum. The ambusher behind him was easily parried as he brought his shield up and behind him, cracking something in their forearm or perhaps their wrist. Not bothering to waste time, the corpse’s broken blade was brought upwards through the ambusher’s jaw until it snapped the bit bone between their eyes. This done, the corpse wrenched his weapon up and sideways with a hollow “pop” as the neck gave leave of its skull. The body collapsed to the side, its head twisting unnaturally upwards and backwards as it freed itself of the blade. The corpse, unbothered, bore no interest in holding either aloft. Now he turned, inspected the last of the thieves, and after a moment returned his blade to its holder.
“You are Patient.”
This first time he’d uttered the phrase, the last word was merely an attribute. ‘Twas a description of the one hollow that could be shot with any arrow, afflicted with any pain, and would yet remain loyally in her position. To be fair, it wasn’t for great gift a choice, as the position of “live bait” was reserved only for whichever of the thieves had been deemed least desirable by the rest. What caused this, and whatever penalties lay for abandoning of the post, were matters the corpse could only assume. The important part was that it was her, the thief who had become “Patient” by name. At their first encounter the corpse had considered dispatching her like the rest, but had hesitated in piercing her skin. He still bore the scar about his neck that she had given him for his idleness, and she still wore the rat skin “grieves” he’d forcefully tied to her for a marker. As time passed, the two gradually traded more scars and more black fur hide between them- the corpse receiving the former, Patient gaining the latter. He had stripped her and tied a pelt about her chest which lay now beneath her leather armor, he’d fashioned a double-thick leather stock to protect her neck, and though he tied gloves to her at a point she’d taken great effort in cutting them off. All this he had done across many visits, through much pain, and at expense of his best materials. Todays gift had by far been the hardest to craft- a thrice layered leather helm affixed on one side with a jawbone to replace what he’d broken so long ago.
His approach was slow, and well-rehearsed. At about ten paces, Patient’s patience finally broke as she ran for him. Today she chose to hesitate upon reaching him, though he'd learned this was by chance of random choice than any form of compassion. The corpse waited for the attack, not daring to kick another outcast as he had once been in life. She tried first her more viscous pattern, a pair of vigorous strikes that slid across the corpse’s target shield rather than bouncing away. She completed the maneuver and immediately prepared for a more powerful, slamming attack, granting the corpse the opportunity he had been seeking.
As she brought her blade down, the corpse deftly batted her strong hand away and gripped her shield with his open hand. Having no further need for his own shield, he cast it now away and spun the patient thief ‘round. She made as if to leap upward and over the corpse, but the maneuver was one he’d long since learned to counter. He stepped back, spinning himself so as to bring her sideways and around and down into a prone position with his right elbow along her back and his left hand pinning her knife arm down.
His next task, before gifts could be given, was to ensure he received no further scars in return. Placing his knee at her back to free one of his hands, he drew from beneath his cloak a coil of red twine fashioned from the same rats he’d skinned for his gift… some of the same, at least. With great effort, the twine was managed around the thief until she could no longer terribly well resist, and her hood was pulled back from her head.
Seeing the sunken red skin, the glowing eyes, the bare teeth, it reminded the corpse of life in the Pit of Outcasts. It was there he’d met the kindest of the living, the most desperate of the poor, and occasionally even a soul or two willing to speak or come close to him. ‘Twas a place for the diseased, the undead, and those criminals deemed too vile to disgrace the hangman’s noose with their neck. It was there he’d learned to knit and to sew, skills gifted to him from an undead woman not terribly discernable from the one before him now. The main difference, at least for now, was the slack jaw broken in uncountable pieces during their first encounter.
Casting the memories aside, the corpse set to his work. The leather about the thief’s neck stilled her head a little, but precisely cutting the skin beneath her jaw to remove the old bone was still a difficult task. The end result was unsightly, and it involved more than a few excessive cuts from the patient’s constant struggling, but it was enough to work with. Removing the old bone took a great deal of time thanks to the many fragments hidden in odd bits and pockets of flesh, but sliding the new one into place and wrapping it in the old muscle proved as easily said as done. The most tiring part was retying the cuts back closed, as the thief regained and continually demonstrated a greater ability to bite and snap as the corpse made more and more progress. The last of these gaps closed, the corpse finally wrapped the rest of the leather helmet about the thief’s skull and tied the loose end to the other side of her new jaw with more twine. It wasn’t his best work, but it was the best he’d done on something still kicking around.
Patient’s hood was returned to its proper position, and the corpse took hold of a length of twine connected to a slipknot in the middle of her back. Midway up the last stretch of stairs he’d come down, the twine was pulled and the knot it held gave way, restoring the thief her freedom. Knowing better than to stick around, the corpse fled to the top of the stairs, standing on the bridge overlooking her station just beyond where she would pursue. He watched as she freed herself of the last of the twine, as she looked to him, and as she eventually returned to her post. He said then the same thing he always said to her, though still he knew not if she recognized it.
“I am Aldin Paltry, the Leper of Hangknell. I will return again.”
He watched a moment more, but was paid not a glance in return. Back through the alley he went, bound for the dragon’s bridge.
2024.05.15 07:24 Global_Tomato_5383 Help me find baby blanket!!
 | Hi everyone, I am looking for a replica of my baby blanket. However as time goes on I am becoming more desperate as mine is falling apart🥲. submitted by Global_Tomato_5383 to HelpMeFind [link] [comments] I have identified my blanket as a Vintage 1997 Lullaby Club Microfleece Baby Blanket. Mine is white with blue stars. I can not find the exact blanket anywhere!! So, I am open to any color or pattern aslong is it is the correct material. I know they made some in pastel stars, polka dots, and grey stars, etc. I have found a few similar ones on eBay, however they are outrageously priced (and I can not afford that right now). If anyone has or can find one at a reasonable price I am highly interested!! Here is the description: It is a one-layer fleece baby blanket roughly 27×37 inches with blue stars in 3 different sizes (from 0.5 to 1 inch diameter) on an all white/light ivory background. The edges are tucked under and "smooth stitched", NOT the regular yarn whip stitch you see on a lot of fleece blankets. The blanket has one tag that reads "DuPont 100% Dacron fleece" with no other info. |
2024.05.15 05:58 mandafancypants Bodice block adjustment help
 | I'm working on my bodice block again, using Butterick B6849 as a shell pattern. I'm really new to properly adjusting so I have some questions. submitted by mandafancypants to sewing [link] [comments] I'm a bit unsure about what is going on in the back. I believe I need a sway back adjustment, which is included on the pattern, but it also seems like there's a lot of extra fabric. Also, is the back neckline too high? For the front my biggest concern is that I have extra room on my chest. I did a 3/8" "square shoulder" adjustment from the Better Homes and Gardens sewing book because the neck was sitting too high st my shoulders. It seems to have done the trick and I'll have to redraw my apex and darts. I'm just wondering if I should be doing it differently. Thank you in advance! |
2024.05.15 04:28 eugenedied Obsessed with this set I put together
 | Very proud of this quilted set I made today. Gonna have to keep this one. 😮💨 submitted by eugenedied to sewing [link] [comments] Pattern is mostly Emerson Cross body with some modifications. No pattern used for the wristlet. Fabric is Rifle Paper Co. - Vintage Garden Collection - Estee RAYON in Cream. |
2024.05.15 04:27 DazzlingShiny130 The Sewed King (Poem)
"The Sewed King is the name given to an hypothetical entity that originated from a corrupted fable weaved by editors, it all started with a world being written by one of those meta entities mentioned in Tales We Weave. Originally the story was supposed to be cheerful and happy, with not many details but being a narrative that could embody joy and happiness. It started with a brave and happy king living in a kingdom located near a beach, the king didn't had a queen or even kids but he was still happy as well his kingdom who was considered the strongest and happiest kingdom among all, no monarch could even understand the secret the king had to have such a perfect happy place. Eventually the king met a beautiful woman in which he fell in love and decided to marry her, and so the already happy kingdom won a new queen to rule over them"
"Though the narrative seemed short, simple, and cheerful something went severely wrong when it suddenly started self writing bad plots and replacing happy parts with horrific sentences, some sentences being extremely disgusting and horrible even for editors to read. Attempts to edit the narrative and rewrite it back as it used to be didn't seemed to work, and the narrative somewhat always returned to self write bad things. Seeing that nothing seemed to be working, the editors decided to rip and terminate the narrative of the happy king, deleting the story and ceasing it's existence. However this would only prove to be ineffective when several stories from the Collective Webs started behaving and presenting bad plots everywhere, with tragic and horrific scenes happening consecutively. Most of the times the story ended with the protagonist or either the people losing their limbs and members, and so the once simple narrative became a nightmare for editors to remove and purge since the influence of the Sewed King was spreading exponentially like a virus through the endlessly stories of the Collective Webs, attempting to rewrite all stories to become horror narratives instead. Aiming to stop the problem for once and for all, many editors gathered together in a final attempt to counter attack the horrific influence of the Sewed King before it could spread to the Primary Webs. It demanded more than eight thousand editors to purge the bad influence that was harming the Collective Webs and so the problem seemed to be once again terminated and closed (or at least is what they believed)"
"Due to the lack of informations it is almost impossible to describe when exactly the events of the Sewed King happened but it is assumed shortly after the narrative of the happy king was terminated. The Sewed King Is apparently only believed to be a event that corrupts narratives and creates horror stories wherever it's infection has spread further beyond the multiverse. While only believed to be something and not someone, the idea of the Sewed King being a entity wasn't discarded by editors due to patterns being observed in different stories, with them always ending with the characters being torn apart and a mysterious figure watching in the background. However nothing was confirmed and the idea of them being a actual entity remained hypothetical. When manifested in the story, The Sewed King will change the plot of the story and turn it into a horror story instead, making it end tragically for the protagonists most of the times"
**Trivia: -The name "Sewed King" was created by editors after noticing that most of the stories that were corrupted and infected by the horrific plot, had dead people with their limbs or members being sewed like if it was ripped off their body and sitched back into them
-There are currently no solid evidences to confirm the Sewed King is a entity instead of a event
-Things such as personality or appearance are also inapplicable to the Sewed King due to the fact of them having never appeared psychically, remaining as an hypothetical being instead
-Reports points that this anomaly somewhat embodies horroterror plots and writing, representing the detrimental side of the narrative's plot**
------Poem of the Happy King-------
Once upon a time, there existed an kingdom located near an beach where it was ruled by its brave and happy monarch, the king didn't had offsprings and neither a queen but he was still happy and confident in eventually finding a woman to give continuation to his bloodline. Everything in the kingdom was always cheerful and happy, the residents were satisfied with their monarch and so peace ruled over the kingdom for decades till the most happiest day when the king found the perfect woman to be his queen, and so the marriage happened with the entire kingdom being invited for the ceremony and crowning of the queen. After the crowning of the queen and days celebrating the new queen the kingdom thrived and grew in prosperity and power becoming even happier than it was. And so The King and the Queen lived happily together and forever.
----------------------The end-------------------
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"Though the narrative seemed short, simple, and cheerful something went severely wrong when it suddenly started self writing bad plots and replacing happy parts with horrific sentences, some sentences being extremely disgusting and horrible even for editors to read. Attempts to edit the narrative and rewrite it back as it used to be didn't seemed to work, and the narrative somewhat always returned to self write bad things. Seeing that nothing seemed to be working, the editors decided to rip and terminate the narrative of the happy king, deleting the story and ceasing it's existence. However this would only prove to be ineffective when several stories from the Collective Webs started behaving and presenting bad plots everywhere, with tragic and horrific scenes happening consecutively. Most of the times the story ended with the protagonist or either the people losing their limbs and members, and so the once simple narrative became a nightmare for editors to remove and purge since the influence of the Sewed King was spreading exponentially like a virus through the endlessly stories of the Collective Webs, attempting to rewrite all stories to become horror narratives instead. Aiming to stop the problem for once and for all, many editors gathered together in a final attempt to counter attack the horrific influence of the Sewed King before it could spread to the Primary Webs. It demanded more than eight thousand editors to purge the bad influence that was harming the Collective Webs and so the problem seemed to be once again terminated and closed (or at least is what they believed)"
"Due to the lack of informations it is almost impossible to describe when exactly the events of the Sewed King happened but it is assumed shortly after the narrative of the happy king was terminated. The Sewed King Is apparently only believed to be a event that corrupts narratives and creates horror stories wherever it's infection has spread further beyond the multiverse. While only believed to be something and not someone, the idea of the Sewed King being a entity wasn't discarded by editors due to patterns being observed in different stories, with them always ending with the characters being torn apart and a mysterious figure watching in the background. However nothing was confirmed and the idea of them being a actual entity remained hypothetical. When manifested in the story, The Sewed King will change the plot of the story and turn it into a horror story instead, making it end tragically for the protagonists most of the times"
**Trivia: -The name "Sewed King" was created by editors after noticing that most of the stories that were corrupted and infected by the horrific plot, had dead people with their limbs or members being sewed like if it was ripped off their body and sitched back into them
-There are currently no solid evidences to confirm the Sewed King is a entity instead of a event
-Things such as personality or appearance are also inapplicable to the Sewed King due to the fact of them having never appeared psychically, remaining as an hypothetical being instead
-Reports points that this anomaly somewhat embodies horroterror plots and writing, representing the detrimental side of the narrative's plot**
------Poem of the Happy King-------
Once upon a time, there existed an kingdom located near an beach where it was ruled by its brave and happy monarch, the king didn't had offsprings and neither a queen but he was still happy and confident in eventually finding a woman to give continuation to his bloodline. Everything in the kingdom was always cheerful and happy, the residents were satisfied with their monarch and so peace ruled over the kingdom for decades till the most happiest day when the king found the perfect woman to be his queen, and so the marriage happened with the entire kingdom being invited for the ceremony and crowning of the queen. After the crowning of the queen and days celebrating the new queen the kingdom thrived and grew in prosperity and power becoming even happier than it was. And so The King and the Queen lived happily together and forever.
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2024.05.15 03:42 jinxzdream recommended fabric??
 | Hi! so i’m doing a cosplay of christine daae and i have NO idea what fabric to use for her robe - this is my first time sewing (probably by hand if i can’t borrow my cousins sewing machine..) submitted by jinxzdream to sewing [link] [comments] what fabric would you guys recommend to use? thank you! (also any tips on measuring patterns correctly is incredibly helpful lmao..) |
2024.05.15 03:25 Doughninekills I found this pajama set does anyone recognize this?
 | I’ve been searching my head, every which way to figure out what this says exactly, I think it might be vintage I’m not sure. I like looking items up to see if they are actually vintage so I can add it to my small collection but, I can’t figure out what brand this is, the shorts where washed in a different load so I don’t currently have them but, it’s the same pattern as you see on the pocket/ collar. submitted by Doughninekills to VintageFashion [link] [comments] |
2024.05.15 01:59 ConsiderationLeft490 Patterns similar to this 1830’s(?) suit ???
 | I love the silhouette of this blue suit (dated 1831 on the website) and was wondering if there’s a specific name for it or any cheap pattern options as I havent been able to find any, im sewing both the top & bottom parts for it including new undergarments (didn’t do so well on those the first time), also any fabric recommendations? submitted by ConsiderationLeft490 to HistoricalCostuming [link] [comments] |
2024.05.15 00:42 moorea12 My first quilt is complete!
 | Thank you to everyone who provided feedback on my previous post about my layout! submitted by moorea12 to quilting [link] [comments] The quilting is definitely not perfect, but I did it on my home machine with a throat size of 5.25”. I used a walking foot for the straight lines and a free-motion quilting foot for the inside of the cat faces (first time using it as I normally sew clothing). The pattern is “The Kittens” by Elizabeth Hartman. I enjoyed this pattern and learned a lot about quilting through this process! |
2024.05.15 00:35 juperdat Recommendations where to buy materials
I have been looking for a backpack over the last few weeks and, after not finding what I was looking for, I was pleasantly surprised to find this Reddit. I have sewing experience and purchased a pattern from Prickly Gorse in Etsy to get familiar with how it works. I live in the U.S. (Seattle area) and was wondering if there were specific websites or places people in the U.S. tend to purchase their material from (fabric, zippers, foam, etc…). Super excited to get started.
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2024.05.15 00:34 Extension_Mistake_27 Can I commission a pattern? Alternatively Is there a similar one somewhere?
 | Im able to sew I just didn’t want to so I got quotes for the dress and it was $3500+ and I’ve never created a pattern before using paper so I’m wondering if I can commission a pattern from anywhere? submitted by Extension_Mistake_27 to sewingpatterns [link] [comments] |
2024.05.14 23:40 scrundel Singer 503A Jamming, Any Guidance Appreciated
Hi all, my wife and I are enthusiastic noobs looking for some help with our vintage Singer 503A jamming.
Imgur link to pics/video
When I go to sew, it frequently jams, sometimes after two inches, sometimes after a few feet. It has been recently serviced and cleaned. I have tried all combinations of adjusting upper and lower thread tension, as well as presser foot pressure. I am using vintage type 66 steel bobbins that came with the machine. The only thing I have noticed is that it seems to do it less when going through multiple layers of thicker fabric. I’m threading the machine per the updated manufacturer instructions released after they found some small defect. The jam seems to be happening underneath the throat plate. I’ve noticed that the needle clamp is somehow missing a little part and will be replaced, though I can’t see how that would be making it snag underneath. Based off of a few videos I’ve watched on troubleshooting these machines, I think it might be snagging on the de-lint pin, but I don’t have the experience to corroborate that.
I'm an engineer and perfectly comfortable fixing or modifying the machine, I just don't want to go poking around and taking things apart just for the sake of feeling productive.
Any guidance or a point in the right direction would be sincerely appreciated. Thanks!
submitted by scrundel to VintageSewingMachines [link] [comments]
Imgur link to pics/video
When I go to sew, it frequently jams, sometimes after two inches, sometimes after a few feet. It has been recently serviced and cleaned. I have tried all combinations of adjusting upper and lower thread tension, as well as presser foot pressure. I am using vintage type 66 steel bobbins that came with the machine. The only thing I have noticed is that it seems to do it less when going through multiple layers of thicker fabric. I’m threading the machine per the updated manufacturer instructions released after they found some small defect. The jam seems to be happening underneath the throat plate. I’ve noticed that the needle clamp is somehow missing a little part and will be replaced, though I can’t see how that would be making it snag underneath. Based off of a few videos I’ve watched on troubleshooting these machines, I think it might be snagging on the de-lint pin, but I don’t have the experience to corroborate that.
I'm an engineer and perfectly comfortable fixing or modifying the machine, I just don't want to go poking around and taking things apart just for the sake of feeling productive.
Any guidance or a point in the right direction would be sincerely appreciated. Thanks!
2024.05.14 23:38 scrundel Help with Vintage Singer Jamming
Hi all, my wife and I are enthusiastic noobs looking for some help with our vintage Singer 503A jamming.
Imgur link to pics/video
When I go to sew, it frequently jams, sometimes after two inches, sometimes after a few feet. It has been recently serviced and cleaned. I have tried all combinations of adjusting upper and lower thread tension, as well as presser foot pressure. I am using vintage type 66 steel bobbins that came with the machine. The only thing I have noticed is that it seems to do it less when going through multiple layers of thicker fabric. I’m threading the machine per the updated manufacturer instructions released after they found some small defect. The jam seems to be happening underneath the throat plate. I’ve noticed that the needle clamp is somehow missing a little part and will be replaced, though I can’t see how that would be making it snag underneath. Based off of a few videos I’ve watched on troubleshooting these machines, I think it might be snagging on the de-lint pin, but I don’t have the experience to corroborate that.
I'm an engineer and perfectly comfortable fixing or modifying the machine, I just don't want to go poking around and taking things apart just for the sake of feeling productive.
Any guidance or a point in the right direction would be sincerely appreciated. Thanks!
submitted by scrundel to SewingForBeginners [link] [comments]
Imgur link to pics/video
When I go to sew, it frequently jams, sometimes after two inches, sometimes after a few feet. It has been recently serviced and cleaned. I have tried all combinations of adjusting upper and lower thread tension, as well as presser foot pressure. I am using vintage type 66 steel bobbins that came with the machine. The only thing I have noticed is that it seems to do it less when going through multiple layers of thicker fabric. I’m threading the machine per the updated manufacturer instructions released after they found some small defect. The jam seems to be happening underneath the throat plate. I’ve noticed that the needle clamp is somehow missing a little part and will be replaced, though I can’t see how that would be making it snag underneath. Based off of a few videos I’ve watched on troubleshooting these machines, I think it might be snagging on the de-lint pin, but I don’t have the experience to corroborate that.
I'm an engineer and perfectly comfortable fixing or modifying the machine, I just don't want to go poking around and taking things apart just for the sake of feeling productive.
Any guidance or a point in the right direction would be sincerely appreciated. Thanks!
2024.05.14 23:37 scrundel Singer 503A Jamming, Help Appreciated
Hi all, my wife and I are enthusiastic noobs looking for some help with our vintage Singer 503A jamming.
Imgur link to pics/video
When I go to sew, it frequently jams, sometimes after two inches, sometimes after a few feet. It has been recently serviced and cleaned. I have tried all combinations of adjusting upper and lower thread tension, as well as presser foot pressure. I am using vintage type 66 steel bobbins that came with the machine. The only thing I have noticed is that it seems to do it less when going through multiple layers of thicker fabric. I’m threading the machine per the updated manufacturer instructions released after they found some small defect. The jam seems to be happening underneath the throat plate. I’ve noticed that the needle clamp is somehow missing a little part and will be replaced, though I can’t see how that would be making it snag underneath. Based off of a few videos I’ve watched on troubleshooting these machines, I think it might be snagging on the de-lint pin, but I don’t have the experience to corroborate that.
I'm an engineer and perfectly comfortable fixing or modifying the machine, I just don't want to go poking around and taking things apart just for the sake of feeling productive.
Any guidance or a point in the right direction would be sincerely appreciated. Thanks!
submitted by scrundel to sewhelp [link] [comments]
Imgur link to pics/video
When I go to sew, it frequently jams, sometimes after two inches, sometimes after a few feet. It has been recently serviced and cleaned. I have tried all combinations of adjusting upper and lower thread tension, as well as presser foot pressure. I am using vintage type 66 steel bobbins that came with the machine. The only thing I have noticed is that it seems to do it less when going through multiple layers of thicker fabric. I’m threading the machine per the updated manufacturer instructions released after they found some small defect. The jam seems to be happening underneath the throat plate. I’ve noticed that the needle clamp is somehow missing a little part and will be replaced, though I can’t see how that would be making it snag underneath. Based off of a few videos I’ve watched on troubleshooting these machines, I think it might be snagging on the de-lint pin, but I don’t have the experience to corroborate that.
I'm an engineer and perfectly comfortable fixing or modifying the machine, I just don't want to go poking around and taking things apart just for the sake of feeling productive.
Any guidance or a point in the right direction would be sincerely appreciated. Thanks!
2024.05.14 23:35 scrundel Help with Singer 503A Snagging
Hi all, my wife and I are enthusiastic noobs looking for some help with our vintage Singer 503A jamming.
Imgur link to pics/video
When I go to sew, it frequently jams, sometimes after two inches, sometimes after a few feet. It has been recently serviced and cleaned. I have tried all combinations of adjusting upper and lower thread tension, as well as presser foot pressure. I am using vintage type 66 steel bobbins that came with the machine. The only thing I have noticed is that it seems to do it less when going through multiple layers of thicker fabric. I’m threading the machine per the updated manufacturer instructions released after they found some small defect. The jam seems to be happening underneath the throat plate. I’ve noticed that the needle clamp is somehow missing a little part and will be replaced, though I can’t see how that would be making it snag underneath. Based off of a few videos I’ve watched on troubleshooting these machines, I think it might be snagging on the de-lint pin, but I don’t have the experience to corroborate that.
I'm an engineer and perfectly comfortable fixing or modifying the machine, I just don't want to go poking around and taking things apart just for the sake of feeling productive.
Any guidance or a point in the right direction would be sincerely appreciated. Thanks!
submitted by scrundel to vintagesewing [link] [comments]
Imgur link to pics/video
When I go to sew, it frequently jams, sometimes after two inches, sometimes after a few feet. It has been recently serviced and cleaned. I have tried all combinations of adjusting upper and lower thread tension, as well as presser foot pressure. I am using vintage type 66 steel bobbins that came with the machine. The only thing I have noticed is that it seems to do it less when going through multiple layers of thicker fabric. I’m threading the machine per the updated manufacturer instructions released after they found some small defect. The jam seems to be happening underneath the throat plate. I’ve noticed that the needle clamp is somehow missing a little part and will be replaced, though I can’t see how that would be making it snag underneath. Based off of a few videos I’ve watched on troubleshooting these machines, I think it might be snagging on the de-lint pin, but I don’t have the experience to corroborate that.
I'm an engineer and perfectly comfortable fixing or modifying the machine, I just don't want to go poking around and taking things apart just for the sake of feeling productive.
Any guidance or a point in the right direction would be sincerely appreciated. Thanks!
2024.05.14 20:24 Arianelf 1940's Vintage Women's Clothing- Where to start?
Hi everyone!
I'm new to vintage sewing, but not sewing in general. I'd like to start building a 1940's wardrobe, and I know the best place to start is the underpinnings generally. But, I'm rather large chested (34GG) and I'm having a hard time finding bra patterns for that era that go to that size. Does anyone have any resources or suggestions or will it just take modifications to the original patterns?
Thanks!
submitted by Arianelf to vintagesewing [link] [comments]
I'm new to vintage sewing, but not sewing in general. I'd like to start building a 1940's wardrobe, and I know the best place to start is the underpinnings generally. But, I'm rather large chested (34GG) and I'm having a hard time finding bra patterns for that era that go to that size. Does anyone have any resources or suggestions or will it just take modifications to the original patterns?
Thanks!
2024.05.14 19:48 talarthearmenian Which Robe a la francaise pattern is better for beginners to 18th century sewing?
I have the JP Ryan pattern.And I also have the simplicity American duchess pattern. I tried understanding the directions on the j p ryan pattern yesterday but it was a confusing bundle of text and it looked intimidating. Which one is better? Should I suck it up and do Jp ryan , or should I do the simplicity?
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2024.05.14 19:43 Better-Jury4053 How do I fix tension issues when I've tried everything?
I have a 4 year old brother SQ9825 it worked perfectly until suddenly yesterday. I even shirred beautifully previously. I was shirring on a test piece of fabric and then it got jammed and threw a E6 error. I thought maybe it was because I tried quilting and forgot to put my feed dogs back up, I did that. Still the same, I opened up the machine, checked for loose threads, cleaned it and oiled the gears. Then it fixed the error but the shirring became loose. I tried tightening bobbin case with sew driver and trying again. I made sure the thread was attached the the bobbin case hook thing. It didn't fix it, I put it back the same amount of turns. I tried replacing the bobbin thread for regular thread and making sure the tension dial is set correctly. The top part looks perfect but the top thread is creating a birds nest under the fabric. I've rethreaded this machine about a million times. At this point I want to rip my hair out and throw it out a window. My husband offered to buy me a new one since I spend the whole day trying to fix it. If I can't fix it, please let me know of your recommendations? Should I get a vintage machine?
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2024.05.14 19:05 knitoriousshe Oh my, my. Oh hell yes! Honey, put on that party dress!
 | I made everything except the shoes :) secret bloomers! Secret petticoat! I sewed boning for the first time! I found the vintage fabric at the thrift store for $6. It was fated to be a fluffy little cupcake dress. What do you think, too fancy for my friend’s son’s graduation party/bbq??? submitted by knitoriousshe to oldhagfashion [link] [comments] The heart wants the sky high heels but the feet want the espadrilles… SIGH! |
2024.05.14 18:21 fullmetal_nyan how do i make this more, well, lolita?
 | i need a black dress within a week, so buying anything new is out of the picture. i put this together with what i had in my closet (i don’t actually own any lolita jumper skirts….). the velvet jumper skirt I’m wearing is thrifted; it doesn’t properly fit me. I tied a ribbon around my waist and pulled a little bit of the fabric out to make me look less like a box. submitted by fullmetal_nyan to Lolita [link] [comments] the bottom part of the outfit looks tacky to me, and i don’t know why. im not sure what i could change? i have a lot of black accessories, socks, bows, ribbons, but im just lost. where would I even clip on bows?? (besides my hair which I plan on doing, duh lol) the only plans i have are to sew lace on the bottom of the skirt as a trim, and to glue a charm onto the bow around my neck as i did in the second photo. i would really love to make the bottom part of my “dress” look like the skirt in the third photo, but i honestly am not that experienced and am kinda clueless where to start. please help!! (ps the socks are a lot lighter black irl, they match my shirt, they also have a pretty pattern on them) |