The Quiet Book.

I've been working on this friggin thing since August, but as of Christmas morning, 10 am on very little sleep

Ta! Da! (ignore my messy background) my niece has her Quiet Book. I bled for that book, she better use it everyday until she has a child to pass it on to. Serious.

The harlequin shirt part - the lower sleevelettes

Many curse words were spoken that day.

I hate you, knit. I hate you and your slippery soul.

Sewing machine, get with the program, huh?!

The Harlequin Shirt part BAM BABY!

Mother effer. The harlequin shirt. Buttonholes.

Currently drinking.

This hole is why I'm drinking.

This ain't no buttonhole. This is a rogue razor gone rogue. This is also why I'm now drinking.

One legged Storm Trooper knows my pain. 

The harlequin shirt- part 8. The punching the floor and crying edition.

No kidding.

You know how something works some days and then the very next day you poke yourself with 50 pins and then decide to roll old school and hand stitch?

Well, I've hand stitched the shirt to my %{£{!}~£}£{+{£~~! ironing board.

I need a nap. Or booze.

The harlequin shirt part I don't even know- the collar

So stoked that I got the collar figured out!!!

Pinned it on and

Wrong way, Mr. Jones.

Expletive.

The Harlequin Shirt part 6 - The Ruffle Shuffle

Ignore my Runaway Bride eyes and jammies
and everything else that's wrong with this picture.
No one else will be my model. 

I'm pretty much happy with this.

I bought big ribbon and then realized that i don't need big ribbon.
Commence cutting. 

Then I sewed the raw edge of the ribbon (and right sides together) onto the ... what's it called?
 The tutu material. But really, why can't I think of what it's called? I need some serious coffee. 

Then I folded it and sewed the other end on (like you would do with bias tape)

Two pieces with their ribbon edges. 

Baste stitching the two pieces right down the center. 

Baste stitching the two pieces right down the center. 

Once I got them together, I scrunched them up by pulling the back thread of the basted stitch.
Here's a tutorial if you want to know what the crap I'm talking about.  Then I sewed them scrunched to a black ribbon. 

And TADA! 

Ruff!