Drunk with the success of making myself something shapeless and unfitted, I naturally concluded that it was entirely possible to make myself a corset. That's an logical thought process. Nope, I don't need to read any tutorials at all. It's not tricky at all to make yourself fitted cup when you're a G-cup, no sir-ee. Let's see... Going to make the inside lining now before I chop into my very expensive silk shatung for the exterior. First, I'll do lots of gathering:
Ugh, still to much fabric. How about a dart? I put 1/4" ones on a skirt once! It was so easy.
Yes, I will put one right here. I like this dart. Piss off, gathering. I'm going to put darts everywhere.
Yes, four darts per side sounds about right, going this way and this way and this way and this way. No, it doesn't look like I have shattered my breast and Frankensteined it back together, not one bit.
Yay, it fits my doppelganger! Guess I better try it on me. Sh*t, this is incredibly low cut. It's not Spring Hussy week, it's Spring Top Week. Nevermind, I will be able to sort it with my sewing fu when I construct the outer with my very expensive silk shatung. Better pratice the gathered bodice with my muslin.
Nevermind, too bulky. I will just duplicate the lining pieces. Snip, snip, snip silk shatung! Nevermind I've had you forever, unable to cut you because I love you so much. Sew, sew sew silk shatung.
Seriously, WHY ARE YOU SMALLER THAN THE LINING?! I hate you , silk shatung. Cry, cry, cry. Stare, stare, stare. Must. be. fixable.
To be continued..... (maybe)