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Ripping Seams

In May, Jeremy and I went to Ice and Fire Con in Ohio. It was a blast! I cosplayed Asha Greyjoy based lightly on the linked image (don't get me started on Yara, the show version of her. What is dead may never die, but I'd be ok if Yara died...).

Jeremy went as book-version Oberyn Martell, The Red Viper. Why do I specify book version? Because in the book Oberyn is soooo cool. He has that Asian/Middle Eastern flair and you know he is smart, calculating, and will kick your butt. Show version is less impressive in my opinion, though Pedro Pascal did a good job for sure. Plus I wasn't thrilled with how they handled his relationship with Ellaria. But I digress...

So I made this (not shoes or spears), and Jeremy rocked it!




And if I do say so myself, it looks really cool. Especially in pictures. Now if you got up close to the red tunic you'd see the gold trim I used wasn't ideal. As someone who's still learning every day more about sewing, each project is a learning experience, and the trim on the tunic was a bit of a fail. It just didn't turn out the way I hoped, which is fine. Happens to everyone. I made the thing without a pattern so I wasn't expecting perfection.

So this Sunday afternoon I started ripping out the seams so I could use a different fabric trim. It's going to work out much better I think. But man...ripping seams is my least favorite thing about sewing. And this was a LOT of ripping. Ugh FAIL.

At least I had some cute company. While ripping seams, I got some cuddly help from our in-house Sith Lord, Revan. He cuddled up, purred, and proceeded to bite all the gold trim as I pulled it off the tunic. Thanks for the help, little man.





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