Moves like Jagger

It's really bloody late, and I have spent the latter half of day, losing maybe 5% of my body weight in sweat in a hut of steamy doom, but DG is refusing to let me sleep until I write a post.

I did experience something entirely different today, and I do want to share it with all of you, but I want to dedicate a better amount of time to it, largely because I possibly accidentally met my spirit animal.  That, or I was hallucinating in the throes of pseudo-death.

Anyway, I don't want to make this post a total cop-out.  So... um...

World, meet Jagger:

The Creative Process Pt 3: Pins & Needles

Recap:  I am not a professional seamstress, and I tend to run blindly into projects.

This still has not changed since yesterday.  In fact, I think the only difference between today's manic panic and every other dress I've featured on this blog is the fact that I used math for all of 2 minutes.

If 2*pi*r = 29"
Then r=~4.6"

But I'm getting ahead of myself, again.  Let's start from the top.

1D10T Error

Well, I did have a post ready to go for you.  Unfortunately, Comcast decided to give me the middle finger tonight, and close to none of my photos are uploading.  As proof that I did actually work on my dress tonight, here's a little sneak peek:

I know you are all clearly hanging on the edge of your seat to see the result, but unfortunately, it'll have to wait until tomorrow, at the latest (I hope).

'Til the next.

The Creative Process Pt 2: That Will Never Scale!

Well, given today's post will mostly be about drawing, again, seems like a good enough time for an unveiling of a new logo:

Probably not worth the wait.  Oops.

Before I get started with today's leg of the journey, I feel the strong need to make a disclaimer.  I've said this in the past, and I'll do it again.  I am not, not, not, not, NOT a professional clothing designer by any stretch of the imagination.  Erté is probably rolling in his grave as we speak.  A lot of the things I do will possibly seem redundant, out of order, overly complicated, and downright pointless (making my engineering brethren proud, all day, every day).

That having been said, I shall now attempt to walk you down the tortuous road that is my designing process.