2012 Sacramento Color Run

Before I left for England I posted a pissy little post about how much I hate ruffles, remember?  And I said that I'd post photos of the results later on when we'd done the race, which we did on Saturday morning.  It was a BLAST.  Definitely worth the pissy ruffle tantrum, because they were perfect at the Sacramento Color Run last weekend.  

Here's Elizabeth in her white getup.  The point of the color run is to come dressed in as much white as you can so that you can be coated with color by the end of the race.

The much less hated ruffle, and no, there were not 90k people in the race, only about 15k, but that was a lot.

When you pick up your bib and t-shirt you also get this packet of color--in this case blue.  What it basically is is colored cornstarch, and as you go through the various color stations along the 5 k race they have volunteers pummeling you with the colored powder.  But not this bag, it's for the end when you get in a big crowd and everyone throws their powder into the air.

This was the before, while we were waiting for our friend Sharyn who was also braving the color.

We also got temp tattoos.  Mine's finally starting to fade after a week, alas!

Here's the start, looking towards the Tower Bridge.  We were going to a bridal shower for my niece after the race (although I use the term loosely, as we lollygagged and enjoyed the experience), so we got up near the front to be in the first wave.

This is what it looked like looking back towards the Capitol.  The crowd stretched all the way down the street, and they let us go in groups of about 1500 every five minutes.  We wanted to be in the front so that we could get to the shower in time.

Above is Sharyn and Elizabeth approaching the 1km mark and the first color.  We were among the first, so the air wasn't as yellow as I'm sure as it was later on, as you can see below with the blue.

Here are Sharyn and Elizabeth running the yellow gauntlet.  The volunteers were very enthusiastic.  Elizabeth, as you can see, got into it.  :)

Elizabeth after the yellow.

Sharyn after the yellow.

In the near distance you can see all the runners that were being sent off every 5 minutes.

Orange.

Me (and my thumb) after the yellow and orange.

I was having fun, can you tell?  But you ain't seen nothing yet, check out the blue below:

Sharyn getting her blue on, and as you can see, the volunteers were literally COVERED in powder.  It was in these big squeeze bottles that they'd squirt power from on you as you came by, and the closer you were to them the more they'd put on you.

By the time we got to blue the ground was thick with the powder...

...and so was the air.  And so were my teeth, only it was brown after you got a few colors going.  Ewww.

Color!

Color!

Elizabeth and me at the end. Do we look happy?  

Elizabeth's phone will never be the same!

At the end when they have everyone throw their bags of color up in the air?  You get it all again, as you can see by my hand.

My hat is still blue.

Color!

Awesome.

Sharyn's color run t-shirt with...COLOR.

I was covered.

So was Elizabeth.  We took a shower before the shower.

Anyway, if you ever get the chance to do it, I highly recommend it.  We really had fun, as you can probably tell.

I Hate Ruffles

I know, I know, it's been ages since I posted and what do I do?  Whine about something, in this case, ruffles.

Why do I hate ruffles?  Because they're a pain.  You take a strip of fabric something like this:

Yeah, that sheet's being washed, ugh.

And by dint of much perseverance, turn it into a loooong (in this case) ruffle.  First, you have to sew the gathering stitches, then you have to gather it.  No photos of that, sorry, but it's pretty boring, so really...I spared you.  

This was not from a pattern, I was pretty much just making it up as I went along.  Why I decided to put a ruffle on it is beyond me, because--in case I didn't mention it--ruffles are a chore and a half when you start from stratch (see the first photo) as I did.  

With a normal pattern, there are marks on the ruffle that match up with marks on the garment, so you more or less know how much gathering you need to do to make the ruffle be the length it needs to be to fit the garment.  I marked the...middle.  And gathered it on either side of the middle, hoping for the best, length-wise.  

Once you get it more or less the right length, you start pinning it to the garment, and this is where it's really a pain.  

If you don't pin it close enough it's going to be a beast to sew without catching the ruffle in the seam in places you don't want to catch the ruffle.

So you pin and pin and pin and pin, in this case nearly 100 inches of ruffle.

Still a lot to pin, but look how nicely it's all gathered!

It takes a loooong time.

Finally, after two or three days of pinning, it's time to put it in the machine and try to sew it without catching the loose end of the ruffle in the seam.  You actually have to be careful and watch where you are sewing.  Sew sew sew...all nearly 100 inches, which doesn't seem like much until you're putting a ruffle on it, trust me.  

At last!  To the end of the seam.  Well...almost.  Usually when I'm making something I'm uber careful to get it right and not sew anything wrong and to make it as nice on the inside as I can.  Not this skirt, you know why?  I'LL PROBABLY ONLY WEAR IT ONCE.  

Yes, you heard me right, once.  My darling daughter has signed us up for this race, the Color Run.  It sounds like a blast and I'm really looking forward to it, but to really get into the race you need to wear all white.  So I had to make us white running (or, in my case, walking) skirts and white compression shorts for under.  As I was making hers, I foolishly thought that they'd be kind of kicky and cute if I put a ruffle on them, and instead of going over to Joann's and buying pre-gathered ruffle, I made mine from scratch.  Oooof.

Anyway, while usually I go to more trouble to make things pretty and perfect, in this case I just tucked the seam allowance to one side and topstitched it.  Good enough, right?

I swear, there's dog/cat hair EVERYWHERE in this house.

Finally, I was done with the ruffle, and at this point, I hated it a little less.

Because I was done with it, yes, true, but I did hate it less.

Then it was only a matter of putting on a quick and dirty waistband and topstitching that (don't look at the wrong side of the fabric, please!)...

...making the marks for the snaps...

...installing the male side of the snaps...

Look at how nice those holes up there look!  I love these plastic snaps!

 Here's the installation of the female side of the snap. The one on the right is done, the one of the left isn't.  Them things is pointy before you compress 'em, let me tell you.  Don't step on 'em.

Until all ten snaps are done and voila!  It's finished!

No photos of the finished skirt, but after the race I'm sure I'll have plenty.

And as an aside, here's a photo of the jammies I made for my son's three nephews in Oslo.  Cute!

Left to right, for William (three in September), as yet unborn baby Dertz, and Peter, born in April.  

W is for Villiam.  

I leave for England on Monday morning, so you might not hear from me again until then.  See you on the other side of the pond!