I have another dress + 23 Skidoos outfit to show you! This is a Hummingmisu Dress, a mashup of the Tiramisu skirt with the Hummingbird top. I’ve been wearing this one since last July and while she’s definitely one of my favorites I haven’t had a chance to share her with you.
Since yesterday was Halloween and since mixing pattern pieces to make a new design is called “Franken-Patterning,” I thought I’d dress up as Franken Cake for the holiday. I’m also wearing a rad pair of holographic snakeskin foil print leggings. In keeping with the holiday theme, Stephen took me to a cemetery near his office for photos. The cemetery is a bright, cheerful place and actually very interesting- not scary at all. In fact, with all the happy plastic flowers and the generally well-kept atmosphere it feels like a vital part of the community.
Brisbane is a new world city crouching on the edge of what might be called civilization. Sydney is the nearest large city, 920km (572 miles) south. To the west is Perth, 4300km (2700 miles). North is Jakarta, 5415km (3365 miles). Wellington lies 2500km (1550 miles) east.
This region has been a destination for immigrants (voluntary and involuntary) from around the world since the mid 19th century. Even in death, it seems to me like immigrants to Queensland cling steadfastly to their home culture rather than melting together to create a new one. Ethnic/immigrant groups here seem to form their own tight-knit enclaves (as opposed to mixing it up) and this extends into the afterlife. I’m an immigrant but I don’t have an enclave like that. I kind of float around being weird and mostly that works for me.
There’s cemetery sections in Chinese, Cyrillic, Vietnamese, and Arabic languages (and so much more). This seems to be by custom rather than by design. One country follows another and eerily, the cemetery’s layout roughly mimics world geography in terms of who is neighbors with whom. Dirt or asphalt pathways mark the divides between major religions and languages. It’s peaceful but noisy, filled with the chattering voices of native parrots and other squawking birds and the strong scent of Brisbane’s early summer blossoms. I kept forgetting I was a just a couple miles from my house.
The graves are built up from the ground kinda like New Orleans, and each section has very distinctive headstones and styles. Some people/families have nice little brick sheds to house their remains, and there’s several massive mausoleums larger than my house.
Some headstones had little cupboards in them with whiskey and food inside, I suppose for the afterlife. I plan to go back and spend some time exploring when I’m dressed more like a nerdy local history buff and less like a B-grade movie monster. The cemetery was empty, except for a couple of workmen we passed on the way out. You can see my write-up on the dress over at sewingcake.com.
I’m so excited to give away some gorgeous pieces of merino jersey fabric this week! It’s my birthday, and I want to send out some gifts. If you’d like a chance to win your own LBD Kit, head over to sewingcake and enter! I’ll choose winners after the giveaway closes on the 7th, and then get the presents out the door- I hope in time for the sewalong!
That’s not all! I’m also giving away three separate lengths of yummy merino blends that are perfect for Espresso Leggings. As part of the giveaway, I ask you to leave me a link to an obnoxious leggings fabric. It’s so fun, I made a pinboard of your picks and a special section on the page under “Source” to display them. Go check it out and add your pick!
What do you think of my Hummingmisu? Can I break out the Franken-wig every time I make a FrankenCake dress? Pleeeeeeeease? Have you ever visited your local cemetery, and if so, what’s it like?