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Oh good, terror gets a makeover.

The title of this entry once more comes from Randy, who has slept under the same roof of the cursed Archie and Reggie dolls. He’s still alive.


Death from Above.

Before I get any further I’d like to point you the people who now have my old Archies, Stupid Comics.

How Archie started (and how I wish I’d taken more photos but this was an impulsive thing).


The truth is that the shape of the face itself isn’t that bad but the paint job fails in the way so many Archie dolls fail.


archie cover

Archie’s way of asking for consent is awkward.

Classic Archie and the gang have eyes that work great for comics. They are simple and expressive… yet they are black dots. Big black irises.



Some updates have failed by trying to give them more realistic eyes. BEGONE DEMONS!

Yet the biggest issue with the dolls is how the classic eyes can be TERRIFYING when they look straight at you. The Effanbee Betty and Veronica dolls show how these eyes should NOT look directly out.

betty coke

Ronnie looks cute in her intervention gown. Betty has NO idea what’s coming next.

The Hamilton series dolls (like the Archie I’m working on) fail in the same way.


Meanwhile at the Riverdale Chok’lit Shoppe, Playing Mantis is all “Hold my shake, I got this…”


Playing Mantis Betty will bite your head off during a make-out session.

And suddenly “realistic” eyes are looking SO much better.

betty mattel

Thank you, Mattel.

I knew I wanted Archie to be looking to the side AND to have colored irises.

This is my first “repaint” ever. I use quotes because the medium used is mostly dry (pastels, water color pencils) with just a tiny bit of water and a touch of acrylics.  My BFA is in drawing, not painting, so the distinction matters to me in a way. It’s been drilled into me, actually.


The first layers of color were chalk pastels with a little bit of color pencil for the first layer of freckles.

I’m going to admit this got frustrating pretty quickly. I’m used to new crafts coming easy for me.

It eventually boiled down to me needing to learn a LOT more about properly priming the surface with fixative so that it would have enough tooth to take the pigments.


I invested in a mask. This shit is toxic. I have asthma. I probably took years off my lungs in college with a variety of pigments, chemicals, and cloves.

Because of issues with priming I don’t LOVE the final face..the eyes got away from me…but I do love the hair. I love drawing hair. I always have. I figured it would be better to accept an imperfect but much better face and move on to hands/shoes/ and a new wardrobe.





You see what I mean about the eyes? One side properly fixed and the other..well.

I know now how much to prime and when NOT to add acrylics.


Messy ears. Look, I’m used to aceing this kinda thing. I’m learning to be humble with tiny dolls.

It’s been a reminder that I worked drawings that were LARGE and hard to afford frames for…not small. I probably need to invest in a magnifying visor if I do much more of this.


Figuring out how to handle Archie’s hair lumps.

Archie still has hands, shoes, and tailoring for his new body to tackle…but until then I suggest you go enjoy the photos here (click the photo ).

APTOPIX Mexico Toy Museum


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Archie, Whatcha gonna do with all that junk?

Archie comics introduce me to the word jalopy as if it were normal 80’s slang. In fact, I’m pretty sure I owned a copy of Archie’s Mechanics #2. In retrospect Archie teaching us about mechanics was absurd because it was Betty who knew how to fix his car much of the time. Patriarchy!


New Car Kinks you say? Are you talking about… Archie’s TRUNK?


Damn, Archie Andrews! We didn’t even celebrate Thanksgiving but here you are FULL OF STUFFING!

Now, I don’t want to booty shame, I’m just saying I don’t remember Archie backing THAT ass up. Maybe that’s a failure of my imagination. Maybe the artists deliberately hid Archie’s Badonkadonk the way TV shows expect that pregnant actresses will carry boxes and wear hoodies and no one will notice CHANGES.


Deliberate Couch Placement

It was also my theory that the doll butt served to help this 18-inch Archie (not a euphemism) sit if you didn’t want to pay for a stand. My friend Randy had another theory.

“That butt was probably an evolutionary adaptation that allowed him to hang off of even the smallest of outcroppings to murder-leer.”
Spoken like a true house guest who has encountered Reggie and Archie in my delightful apartment.
Randy knows about the make-over because I sent him photos… because that’s what I do when a friend is having too-few spoons to go do something social and comes to me for a “get out there and do that thing” pep talk. I send creepy doll photos annotated with the demands the dolls have. I’m a…friend. I’m not always the friend you want and rarely the friend you deserve but I am a friend with a LOT of photos on her phone.

The Good Lord didn’t split you, Archie, so I shall.

Bend over, let me see whatcha working with.

Bend over let me see it boy
Make you wait on the pole when you hit the floor
Make it go boom boom boom boom boom boom

Will you use your BFA after graduating? EVERYDAY.


I’ll really take it outa you.

Now…I’m not calling Archie a bitch, because I don’t support gendered slurs, but he getting stitches.

Welcome to your new ass, Mr. Andrews…or should I call you Mr. 18-inch Andrews?



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The Doll Makeover No One Wanted.

Once I learned you could use watercolor pencils to do doll repaints…I had to.

It is time for the Doll Makeover No One Wanted!

You see, my early comics life started with Scrooge McDuck. My father and I would go buy those comics together. When I started buying comics solo (well, spending my allowance down at Mallot’s drug store) I turned to Archies. I know a great deal about Archie. I had QUITE the collection, including vintage Archies and a plastic record of Sugar Sugar.

And, a few years ago, my father and step-mother found Archie and Reggie dolls at St. Vinnies and sent them to me.

Archie and the boys…well..they don’t doll well. They just don’t make the transition smoothly. I don’t have a Jughead…and that might be ok because he is terrifying.


The girls look pretty…coked up.

So my challenge to myself is to try and make Reggie and Archie look less terrifying…even though I DO love to set them up around the apartment to scare people spending the night.




But before the repainting starts I think we have to address what’s going on in Archie’s Trunk. I get that the butt is there for sitting but. Nope. First things first we need dat ass to match the rest of that body. Only then will I start the repainting.

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Re-lining a Coat: Part 4

Before I started attaching the lining to the coat I went through the terrifying step of removing the fur and fixtures.


First I removed the neckline fur, using a contrasting thread to mark where I’d be reattaching a hook and loop that close it all


Then I removed the cuffs and used a contrasting thread to indicate where new cuffs should be reattached. You can see it got pretty dusty (the fur had batting under it to give it a little puff) so I first cleaned it up with tape and, once everything was off, I hand washed the jacket and air dried it before attaching the lining.


I also removed the false clasps and did the same cleaning job. Nothing left any lasting mark or tell-tale stain so my options are open for new bling.



Using the fur as a rough guide I cut out a similar shape in batting (I only had iron-on batting) and attached it to black fabric. Then I used that as a guide for cutting the fur leaving about 1/4 an inch around everything.

When cutting the fur you need to make sure the nap of the fur is the right direction. I used a razor blade to cut through the fabric the fur is attached to WITHOUT going deep enough to cut any of the fur in an awkward manner.


Then I stitched the faux stoles.


After the coat had dried, been lightly pressed, lined, and re-pressed, I started attaching the faux-fur. It’s been scary to break down the coat and build it back up.

Oh, and asking friends for an estimate, I’ve had this coat since 1999/2000.


Fake fur involves having a lot of tape and a vacuum on hand.


And now on to the closures.

The stole has a hook and loop. The loop used to be covered but the thread wore away. I recovered it using a blanket stitch with embroidery thread. I accidentally used navy Blue but it’s buried so deep in the fur it’s not visible.

I’m in the process of covering the snaps in black fabric, as the old fabric has faded to reddish-purple.


Tutorial on snap covering.

After I finish the snaps I’ll go on a hunt for new bling. I’m still keeping the old faux-buckles just in case, but If I were to use them I’d have to repaint where the enamel has worn away and restone them.

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Re-lining a Coat: part 3

When we left off I’d sewn the lining and interlining.

The next step is bagging the lining. I wish I could easily explain this. When constructing the lining you leave one section of a side seam-open so you can eventually pull the whole coat through it.

Here is a Pintrest page I made to pin “How to bag a lining” tutorials.
You keep the coat right-side out and put the in-side out lining over that, so that the right-side of the lining is against the right side of the jacket fabric.

Then you sew allll around that edge.


The bottom section is the trickiest. This I did by hand. I used the old lining to show me how far up the lining to stitching to get the right hang.


Here is that gap in the lining and an action shot of turning everything right-side out.


I attempted to sew the sleeve lining at the same time… even though that didn’t make sense to me. Indeed, I had two sleeve loops when I turned everything inside out. Fail. Unpicked the seam.

I left some areas of the hem un-stitched because I had to reach inside the coat and do some tricky anchoring of the interlining. At some points it had to attach loosely to a structural lining inside the coat. I couldn’t take a picture of this process because I did it mostly by feel, trying on, fixing. For most re-lining process this wont be an issue.

I then carefully hand-stitched the sleeve lining into place using the prior lining AND basting stitches I’d used to mark the inside of the sleeve when I’d removed the  lining.

After hand finishing things I put in all on the dress-form to double check how everything hung and  to press the lining where needed. There are some areas that aren’t perfect but..its a lining.



Now, in the process of this all I removed the fur from my jacket. Removal and replacement of the fur (with Faux instead of real) and fixing the closures comes next!


Re-lining a coat: Part two.

We start here:

Half of the lining/interlining is attached to a dress form. Half of the lining and interlining was carefully seam ripped to make pattern pieces. With tailor chalk I marked each piece (b, A1, a2,f1,f2) for Back, arm 1… Then I set to cutting.



I’d been extra careful in seamripping. all tears were there prior to this project.

I cut the lining the same way each time:

  • Top layer, old lining with right side of fabric face down.
  • second layer fabric right side down
  • third layer fabric right side up

Then I would chalk label the new lining: the layer right side down was A, like Aa1 and the right side up was B, like Ba1.

I figured L and R would confuse me so I used A and B to know which parts would go together on which hemisphere of the lining. I did the same for the interlining.



All lining and interlining cut. Allergies insane from 60 year old fabrics.

Then using the still assembeled half as a guide I began to put the lining and interlining together. There was a lot of hand and machine basting to prevent the fabrics from slipping around. In parts the sewing must go though 4 layers (two of interlining and two of lining.


Body of lining done.

The sleeves were tricky. I’ve almost always worked with sleeves that have virtually no ease. For these I had to adjust the ease (This just means the sleeve is bigger than it needs to be to attach at the shoulders so you have to carefully gather it until it fits correctly) a great deal. Lots of gathering with a wide stitch and basting and adjusting.



Next up: Prepping the jacket and attaching the lining. The jacket deserves some cleaning up before the lining goes in.

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Re-lining a Coat Extra: CRAFTSMAS IS COMING.

Christmas is over in Japan. LONG LIVE CRAFTSMAS!

Craftsmas is the time I have between school semesters where my only obligations are dance and socializing and making stuff. But while Japan is open for Christmas, it shuts down for at least 4 days for the new year, so one must plan ahead for smaller specialty shops and supplies.

I started my preparations for Craftsmas on Christmas morning. I woke up in Ikebukuro, at a place called Book and Bed, where I’d slept behind a bookshelf in a book-oriented hostel and hangout.  Like a Christmas Book Elf!

Christmas morning, up from the shelf, I  headed to Shinjuku for two reasons: Art supplies (for a project yet to be revealed) and fake fur for my jacket. I scored my art supplies at Sekaido from whence I’d once hauled home a roll of heavy stock paper larger than me.

I drank coffee, my first coffee of the day, AFTER stop one… THAT is how focused I was, across from the Gothic Isetan inexplicably Christmased up with design motifs of African Wax Prints.


At 10:00 AM Shinjuku is about to awaken.

At 10:20 I was alongside other heavy sewists and crafters waiting for the two 6-7floor buildings of Okadaya to open. One building is fabric the others are notions.


These are my people.

The fake fur tape and the fake fur bolts did not excite me. Onwards to Nippori where Japan’s Fabric District is!

Which is how I came home with TWO different fake furs. Nippori had SOOOO many real fur options that it made sticking to my fake-fur mission difficult. None of the white fake furs appealed to me so I’m trying out a brown-gray and long black. I may hunt used clothing stores for used fake fur…if none of this works.

I’ll have to make a bunch of fake fur things now. I scored major amounts of fake fur.

And this was in Nippori station.


Heading home to start the CRAFTING.

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Coat re-lining part one.

It’s Christmas eve! Soon I shall join other assorted foreigners in Tokyo for a cosy celebration but right now it’s time for why I love winter break.


Don’t worry, I have more posts about the Mary Frances book but somethings need to come first.

I was recently looking at winter coats and finding nothing that is stylish, fits well, and is in my price range. So It’s time to fix up a stylish, well fitting vintage coat I’ve been wearing for years.

I bought it in my hometown of Madison, I have no idea how many years ago. It was originally made by a now-defunct Madison company.

You can see by the labels what era we’re talking about. This coat is older than I am for sure.

The lining is trashed.  In some areas it seems to have simply vanished. I obviously tried to repair sections long before my skills were up to it.

The fabric covering the snaps has faded from black to red-ish purple. The clasp covers need more stones. And the fur (yes, I know) has worn out in areas. I need to replace it all with fake fur so it’s updated and I feel more comfortable wearing it.

This will be my first time re-lining a coat but people have told me it’s easy.  Friday, in transit from my last school day of the year to my last school-meeting of the year I stopped into a mid-level fabric store. I didn’t find any lining that excited me..and then I saw a used kimono shop with a few items marked down to 1000yen (about 10$ USD).

Lining fabric!

The great thing about kimonos is they break down into easy to use giant rectangles of fabric quickly. I am totally going back to that small store. I’ve since broken this down into parts and ironed the fabrics.

Then I got to work removing my lining.


Interlining is a fabric added to a garment, between the lining and the outer fabric.

I had no idea about interlining before I opened up my coat. This project just got a bit more complex.


This is just a shot of everything airing out on my balcony.

I carefully unpicked the seam at the center of the back of the lining and slit the interlining in the same area, cutting my project in half. One half will be used to make the pattern and one half remains intact to make sure I understand how to reassemble everything prior to attaching to the coat.

This is half of the garment on my dress form.


And i carefully seam ripped, pressed, and labeled parts of the deconstructed half. I also picked up wool fabric on my way home from a studio end-of-year party for the interlining.

And that marks my first steps of re-lining and restoring.


The night is young and I have a glue gun.

I’m off to see Star Wars: The Last Jedi.

This prompted the realization that I haven’t a single SW item to wear, not even an accessory. And I live in Japan which may well be the second most SW crazed country and home to much merch.

True, I’m not exactly a geek-t-shirt girl…but I’ve got a few Wonder Woman items in rotation AND I did some serious geek craft after Episode 7.

Specifically: there were no Maz Katana toys when I wanted one.

So after making myself an R2D2 planter….I went full art-geek and painted a Maz. It was winter break from teaching and on my breaks I get insanely productive.

You’ll note all the figures. Yeah. I can explain.

The standing C3PO came from a kinder-egg I bought on a whim hoping for a C to keep R company.

Chewie I bought after friends kept saying Maz needed him. I picked up a mini Captain Figuring Strong ladies stick together. Rei is in my kitchen.

My good friend Randy gave me bobbling Maz and the LEGO trio of my ladies: Maz, Wonder Woman and Alice. I picked

The rest (sigh) are my current weakness. In the lead up to the Last Jedi release there are more Kinder Eggs and there’s a Maz in the series.

I’ve been buying so many kinder eggs. No Maz. More disappointing than getting my 4th C3PO is when it’s another ship/fighter. That’s not my jam! Not again!

Which gets us to my Viewing Outfit.

Black dress and red tights. Let’s all admit the dark side has the better look, ok? The creams and beiges of the other side made me look pale and sick. Some whites work on me but others make me look like I’m in camo designed to blend in at an appliance store.

Dramatic lipstick and I drew on my eyebrows. I looked tired before. Now I look mildly dramatic.

Floating stone necklace: when Jedis train there are always floating stones…it is known.

But…what’s that on the horizon?

Is that???

So, as I mentioned, the night was young and I have a glue gun. And those kinder-eggs keep giving me fighters and C3PO.

These are the droids I am no longer looking for!

But, I didn’t have a blank hair clip to make, say, C3PO emerging from golden fabric flower.

Instead I superglued an X-wing together and then sloppily attached a pin backing (I was down to only a tiny bit of hot glue)


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XXII: Aunt Maria makes a visit.

“Oh, good!” said Mary Frances, “and, dear Fairy Lady, I want to tell you—I’ve a lovely surprise! My Aunt Maria is coming to see us.”

“Aunt Maria—oh, does she love sewing?”

“Indeed she does! She made a bed quilt when she was—let me see,—maybe—I think—it was when she was two years old.”

That’s Aunt Maria! Anything you can do she did much better, much earlier, and under worse conditions.

Aunt Maria had a competitive streak. She could have been something if she’d been raised in a time when women’s achievement’s were valued. Alas, she wasn’t. She never attained the one thing that gave women of her class worth…a husband. Time and inequality had made Maria hard.

At the start of this chapter she’s due to arrive at any minute…but first we learn how to sew on a button.

Then Katie announces our visitor, Aunt Maria.

“What are you doing, child, all alone this afternoon —are you often alone? You have no chance to cook here, I imagine.”

“No, Aunt Maria,” said Mary Frances. “I’m very busy, never-the-less.”

“Busy!” exclaimed Aunt Maria; “and what do you do, pray?”

“S’sh! Aunt Maria—it’s another secret!”

“How lovely!” smiled the old lady

“I’m—” standing on tip-toe to whisper into her aunt’s ear—”I’m learning to sew.”

“No?” exclaimed Aunt Maria. “Why, my dear child, how—how can you learn to sew? I know your grandma cannot see to teach you—her eyes are too weak.”

For the record, Katie is in the house while this is being said. Mary isn’t alone alone but the help doesn’t count. Katie is also the reason Mary won’t be cooking as much as she did the summer her mother was in a sanitarium (true).

I’m assuming pray is short for “pray tell” as I suspect praying is only part of Maria’s life when she’s pulling on church-strings for more public support of prohibition.

And, of course, Maria is making sure that Mary isn’t taxing Grandma’s eyesight with her needs. Girls must not be burdens.

Aunt Maria,” whispered Mary Frances, ”I’ve some little friends who know all about sewing, who teach me how—but it’s a ‘dead secret,’ and “you must never, never, never tell—hope you’ll die if you do—will you promise—skull and cross-bones?”

”Mercy! Child!” exclaimed the old lady, “what an awful vow! But I’ll not tell, and if I give my word—”

“Oh, I am sure you won’t. Aunt Maria,—and— some day I’ll be able to tell you all about it.”

“Is it a book—like the cooking lessons,—that delightful secret? I won’t tell.”

“My!” thought Mary Frances. “Wouldn’t Sauce Pan laugh!”

“Not exactly like that,” said Mary Frances aloud, “and I know you’ll never-never tell, Aunt Maria,— but it’s a very-very serious secret, for nobody knows— not even Mother.”

MARY FRANCES you are flirting with the darkness of the Never Never! You know you’re not allowed to speak of the Thimble People. DEAD SECRET Mary! Skull and Crossbones!

Does a dead secret mean nothing to you, Mary? It meant nothing to me until I encountered the term in this book…but now I’ll be adding it to my lexicon like it’s an established level of swearing.

If we’ve established one thing, Mary, it is that we don’t talk about Thimble People.

Sauce Pan was a member of the Kitchen Folk. The sewing book was the second in the Mary Frances series, after the cooking book. In the second volume the characters and situations from the first book are often referred to. It’s an awkward practice. In future volumes the only consistent thread is Mary’s Family…. the various folks she’s encountered are rarely ever spoken of again…as if the Thimble Folk were sent to the Never Never after all.

Skull and crossbones.

Mary goes to her sewing room, alone, to fetch her work for Aunt Marie’s approval. All the Thimble Folk are freaking out, asking questions of Mary, and generally rushing around.

Then Aunt Maria opens the door! She’d followed Mary up the stairs figuring there was no reason for Mary to bring the sewing down.

All the Thimble Folks dropped, motionless, where they had just stood.

The Never Never is so close and so cold.

“’Goodness!” exclaimed Aunt Maria as they went into the room. “Although I oughtn’t to say it—what an untidy room! My dear child, my dear child, everything ought to be put in place just as soon as you’ve used it. It never pays to lay anything down out of place. Here are needles and pins, scissors and needle-book, emery bag, and what not—tumbled over the table, and the work basket on its side! You’ll learn better, though, child.”

Aunt Maria is not allowed in my work space or home. Nope. I aspire to such order and fall short time and time again. I think I’m part squirrel. I’ve never asked my parents as that seems like a family scandal better left unknown.

A dead secret.

“ Never mind, we’ll look at your work. Very creditable, very creditable indeed, child! Such excellent stitches,” examining the little samplers, and finally the bath robe and kimono. ”You certainly do take after me. To think that so spoiled a child should develop into such an excellent character! ‘Blood will tell!’ I’ve often said it—’Blood will tell!’ “

As much as I want to have a smidge of sympathy for Aunt Maria, nothing good has ever come from a white woman proclaiming “Blood will tell” That’s some eugenics bullshit.

Aunt Maria opines that the fabric Mary’s mother has sent her is too nice for the likes of her.

“I am compelled to say less beautiful goods would have answered the purpose. When I was a little girl—well, never mind! Have you learned to make button-holes?”

You might remember that I tried hand-stitched buttonholes when I jumped ahead to make the Morning Dress…and I’ll do it again soon…but at that time I hadn’t paused to investigate what sort of tool button hole scissors are!

So I googled them. They are scissors, of course, with two special features:

A screw near the pivot point of the scissors (I’m not sure what to call that) between the scissor finger holes

A blade gap between the pivot point of the scissors and where the blade begins.

And when I saw them I knew I’d fiddled around with those in my maternal Grandmother’s sewing room…and never had any idea how they were used.

Grandma was a seriously sewist. Not in a passive-hobbiest way but in a “born dirt poor, the people raising her kept dying, managed to get an education, worked for the military in WW2, liked fancy clothing and to be stylish but couldn’t afford it, divorced an abusive husband at a time you didn’t do that, raised two kids by herself while working and fighting shitty conditions for teachers” kinda way you can get REAL good at making clothing and fixing clothing.

When she married her third and last (and best) husband…after making him court her for a good 7+ years because she wasn’t going to make any mistakes…she made me and my cousin Hope (5 and 6 years old) our flower girl dresses. She made many of my childhood outfits.

Anyway, the scissors. The screw is used to set how much the blades closes, in effect regulating the length of the cut.

That didn’t make sense to me until I found a picture of them in use…which explained the blade gap.

The gaps allows for the edge of the fabric to remain uncut while the blade cuts the set buttonhole length.

The Mary Frances book shows cutting the buttonholes before stitching but many of the videos show cutting before OR cutting after. I’ll return to trying it both ways…probably without my own buttonhole scissors (unless I see a pair during a fabric/notions run and can’t resist treating myself)

After Aunt Maria finishes her button-hole lesson, with much chiding to Mary in regards to her posture and form:

My,” exclaimed Mary Frances, “that’s the hardest thing I’ve done yet. Am I very trying to teach?”

” Well,” said the old lady, “you might be more so— but that’s a real respectable button-hole. But really, child, I must again repeat my lesson to you about neatness. Never leave your sewing room as I found it to-day.”

“There’s Grandma!” exclaimed Mary Frances, looking out the window. “Come, Aunt Maria, let’s go down.”

As Maria and Grandma set to nattering on together about old lady things, Mary returns to find Scissors Shears bitching about ‘The Old Grunt’ (Aunt Maria) , murmuring about how close they came to The Never Never, and the button hole scissors weeping because he’d wanted to be the one to teach Mary about buttonholes.

“’She is an Old Grunt! So there! It was my work to teach you to make button-holes, and I so wanted to do it!” burst out Button-hole Scissors, excitedly.

He spread his funny little legs apart and looked up at Mary Frances most forlornly.

“Rip-her-up-the-back! Butty,” growled Scissors Shears”

Scissors Shears is never not alarming in his exclamations. I wouldn’t leave him alone with my precious fabrics, that cut-crazy bladed tool.

On to the next project, which I was not excited to tackle: a doll’s pinafore. I have no modern reference for pinafores in fashion. It seemed a dated project. With easily washable children’s clothing we don’t have the same need for fancy over-aprons. Kids smocks, sure, aprons, sometimes, but nothing that boys and girls wear day-long.

And the pattern wasn’t Alice or Dorothy enough to hit my sweet Oz/Wonderland nerve…even if I had made it in the suggested gingham.

The MF pinafore starts with the same folding and cutting pattern we’ve grown used to.

To mark where straps and pockets will go on the pinafore, the directions suggest pricking the fabric through the pattern paper and then running red basting thread through the pinholes to indicate placement.

The pinafore remains open under the arms. Instead of joining the sides together they are hemmed individually.

The neck opening is large, because it must fit over the head, and square. It’s much too large for my liking as my doll has narrow, slightly sloping, shoulders.

The corners of the neck hole are slightly clipped and the fabric turned down toward the outside of the outfit, to be covered with white linen tape.

This is where I started altering the pattern because it was still no-buy November and I didn’t have linen tape … or know what it was.

It turns out that white linen tape is linen ribbon. The instructions for finishing the edges of the neck , sides, and bottom of the outfit is to sew the linen tap to the outside of the outfit, folding over at the corners to navigate the turns.

For the neck I found some black lace ribbon leftover from a dress I’d made and followed the linen-tape folding instructions to the t.

I did some machine basting I later removed.

Then I made bias tape for the sides and used a second black lace for the arm holes (arm flaps?) and bottom hem.

The straps join the front and the back of the pinafore together at the sides. Despite the fact we’ve just been taught button holes, the pinafore buttons are decorative, although if you want to you can give the straps functioning buttonholes as long and you reinforce the wrong side of the pinafore fabric with extra fabric under the button.

(If this is done, hem a small piece of goods on the wrong side of pinafore under the places for the buttons, so that the pulling of the button will not tear the goods)

I didn’t have four matching button that looked good, so I used two only and added snaps to them.

Thefinal product, with hedgehog pin used to show my awesome pocket pattern matching.