My second whack at Burda 04-2010-105, in cotton-silk radiance. I used radiance for my other ruffled Burda blouse and discovered it sews beautifully, washes in the machine, and drapes well for ruffles.
I failed previously, the combination of ruffles and silk chiffon proved lethal, of course it was special fabric I could never replace. (Just today I had a salvage brain wave for that blouse, so you may see it soon.) I’m not one to be beaten by a ruffle. After my recent burda blouse success I felt up to tackling 105.
The Bitch Goddess wouldn’t allow me to use my first ruffle attempts which I finished with a double-fold narrow hem. The center front of the ruffle pieces curve sharply, my hems looked decidedly angular. When she’s right, she’s right, so I won’t banish the Bitch completely. I unpicked, pressed, and applied self-bias with my binding foot. I thought satin binding would show off both sides of the fabric, so used satin for the arm binding and the collar as well.
Objectively, I think it’s a well-made blouse and pretty. For personal wear, I’m not so sure. For one, it plunges precipitously. Secondly, I know better than to pile ruffles on my bosom. Finally, this turned out far more twiddly than strictly necessary or anticipated.
- Typical Burda Instructions. This deserves a higher difficulty rating based on the oblique instructions and finishing difficulties.
- I omitted the side zipper. It’s size 38 with a 3/4″ FBA- I left the extra space below the FBA and I think that allows me to wriggle into the blouse.
Why not model it? It’s for my work wardrobe. I’ll model the pieces together and post a composite. Soon. Next week perhaps.
I wonder if any other sewists purposefully make “mistakes.” While planning, cutting and sewing, I did not for one minute forget that I avoid bulky bustlines for a reason- yet I couldn’t resist. Do you transgress your own rules purposefully, knowing it might end unsatisfactorily but hoping for the best? How does that work out?
Now the shocker:
Over the past two weeks I noticed more animals than usual invading my house, apparently in search of a dry place to live. This afternoon I walked into my room and an ant invasion straight from a B-grade movie greeted me. They swarmed through the window, across the wall, over the floor to my just-emptied laundry hamper. I picked it up and discovered they built a nursery. In less than two hours. It hasn’t rained for several days, I can’t figure it out.
Husband seems to genuinely enjoy mass-murder at times like these.