First off, totally fine. Had surgery this (yesterday, now—er, three days ago in the. . .) morning, and am hobbling about relatively well. Answers to all manner of communication forthcoming, including finishing up answering comments to the last post. I am just breaking the rules all the time, reader.
On to the post: I like doing experiments. Nooooooo. Yeeeeessssss. At the end of last year, I decided that I would keep ten patterns (plus patterns for UFOs) around the house, and then edit down my selection of fabrics to suit those ten patterns. Everything else was sent to live in New York with Mummy Seam Ripped, because there obviously isn’t enough fabric up there, anyway. The one mistake I made was making a really internship-centric list of fabrics and patterns, because, due to unforeseen circumstances, I had to give up my really fancy and hard-won internship, I didn’t need all of my envisioned tweed skirts and silk blouses. So, a lot of the patterns and fabrics languished because I am a frock girl through and through, but I made some pretty interesting (or interesting-to-me) decisions that I think might be worth sharing in a more in-depth post. Usually, I marry fabric to pattern and absolutely, positively refuse to compromise on the original vision. Recently? Not so much. It’s been illuminating. Did you know that you could diverge from your original plans? That’s a thing you can do, reader. I know.
To start with, in addition to the eight staid separates and sheaths for work, I kept S1609 and a McCall woven wrap dress I can’t be bothered to look up, and patterns for which I had UFOs: Colette’s Beignet, Hawthorne, and Zinnia, M6696, plus a Belladone. Instead of requesting that my mother just send me down patterns, I ended up buying just a couple off of Amazon and from Finch. Namely, McCall 6931, Simplicity 1689, and the Grainline Alder and Linden patterns.
Phew. After writing that all out, it doesn’t seem as if I was all that limited. Truth be told, I wasn’t. And yet. I got used to having upwards of fifty (tiny compared to other pattern stashes, I know) patterns hanging around at any given time. I’d wake up and think, “I really should make an S2215, shouldn’t I?” And then not have the pattern. Or the fabric. Or any way to just hop in the car to go to Jo-Ann to get the two of them, mostly because I neither have a car nor know how to drive nor live within ten miles of a Jo-Ann. (Though, there is a Hancock’s in Alexandria. I repeat, there is a Hancock’s in Alexandria. Field trip leaves from my house at 08h00. Get it together, ladies. This is not a drill!) The patterns I did buy, I cut open and made immediately.
I’ve had an otherwise stressful semester, so productivity has gone down; however, I no longer feel damned (damned, I tell you!) by my two-to-three-yard cuts of fabric. With 2 yards of fabric, you can make a dress, reader! That never occurred to me. 1.5 could very well be a skirt, if you cut it the right way. I think my penchant for full skirts blinded me to the possibility of an economical use of fabric, besides blouses (which I’ve decided give me no joy).
In any event, that experiment is done, and now I’m itching to start a new one. I did just panic-purchase a trillion yards of cotton, because I had one piece left under my bed (don’t judge me), so my spring-summer plan might be to simply settle all of my UFOs (all of which need one or more of the following: armhole binding, buttonholes, buttons, hems, waistband stitch-in-the-ditch. Fancy that, my least favorite sewing tasks!) and to sew through my new cotton boon. To boot, I’m trying to make no more than five shirtwaist dresses. I know, right? This is madness! Here is my UFO tentative plan and my learning outcome goals:
1. Finish the Alder and fix and/or finish all shirtwaist dresses. Learning outcome: Conquer the collars and waistbands.
For some strange reason, those fold-under-and-sew tricks never, ever, ever work for me. Not with pinning, not with basting, not with my walking foot, not with modified presser foot pressure, or even with modified patience. Never. Surely, there is a reason behind this, and this summer I’m going to get to the bottom of it. To that end, I have to finish the Alder whose collar I’ve unpicked seven times, and also finish up my three unfinished 6696s (hems, buttonholes, armhole facing, buttons), and my Hawthorne. You will probably never see them modeled photo-shoot style, so I figured I’d show them to you on Trixie. You’re welcome.
2. Gussy up the Belladone. Decision-making! I’m a fairly decisive person when it comes to school and work, but with hobbies I just waffle myself into incompletion.
It that my wonky stay-stitching? Yowza. Well, that’s gonna get fixed. Also, I have to decide where to put the remaining piping. I’ve got piping all over the back and on the pockets (which I rather regret), so I’m debating the neckline and armholes.
3. General laziness and/or disgust.
I am the only person in Bloglandia who hates her Anna. My waist is higher than Trixie’s, and I’ve had to lengthen the waist by an inch. Though my thickish linen-blend did cause some waistline unevenness, this photo not level, and I think a good press would solve a lot of problems. The floral placement might be what got me.
I love this dress. It fits better on me than it does on Trixie. It literally just needs a hem and to have its lining attached to the zipper. Why the delay? I thought it was a little too 1950s when I tried it on.