HELLO I MADE A FAUX ROMPER. Nothing says Chicago Summer 2017 like formal rompers – check that: formal off-the-shoulder rompers – and I, for one, am so tired of looking at them that I went and made myself a pretend romper with straps that constantly fall off of my shoulders. It’s more of a playsuit, if we’re being specific – a very tightly boned playsuit – just perfect for those super casual days when I don’t need a full range of motion nor do I mind fully exposing myself. I wore the shorts on vacation, and my Mother-in-Law declared them to be the shortest shorts she’d ever seen.
Okay, yes maybe.
I love the effortlessness of a tiny one-piece for summer, but we all know how actually very full of effort they are in practice, so I made two pieces. I’ll do what I want.
Always accidentally getting my feet chopped off in these photos.
A better jawline, please.
Matching plaids like a mother.
I can also throw this all in the washer and dryer. Take that, silky rompers of Chicago. GOODBYE.
HELLO I JUST COMPLETED TWO SUMMER VACATIONS, A COUPLE OF CRAZY DEADLINES, A WEEKEND AT PITCHFORK AND A BUNCH OF ‘WARDROBE MYSELF’ SEWING. Apologies for the delay. I’ve been dying to share these new pieces, but it can take literally all day for me to photograph, edit and write these posts – primarily because I have not one single clue how this fucking camera works, despite having owned it for something like seven years – and I also need an empty house, for obvious reasons (vanity). But, I’ve got a few new items, and hopefully I’ll be able to crank out some new content in the coming weeks.
HAVE I WON YOU BACK?
On a recent trip to the higher-end fabric store in town, I spotted shelves of crazy, crocheted curtain fabrics marked down to $1/yard. This stuff is literally meant to be cut and hung on a cafe curtain rod – no sewing required – and it’s almost always got hearts and cottages and windmills woven into the patterns. I dug through the bolts and found one that had the predictable country motif (i.e. trees and clouds and birds), but saw that if I manipulated the fabric just so … the pattern was completely transformed.
I quickly stitched up a top and skirt, both unlined and open in front – I guess to keep the fabric from looking too young. It can obviously be worn over a slip, but also over a brief and bra, or a bathing suit – I’ve worn the top a few times over my poet blouse, which fit really well and looked great.
My attempts at getting a shot of the top on its own were unsuccessful.
HELLO I MADE THESE LOUNGE PANTS. I’ve been super excited to get started on lounging pajamas, because, let’s face it, real luxury begins at home. And the pair of tasteless, jersey sad pants from Target that I’ve been wearing for the last three years were SHAMEFUL. True story: I actually felt sorry for my husband every time I wore them. Now I’m gliding around the house like a goddamn boss bitch in drape-y emerald green velvet. NO MORE APOLOGIES.
I made ties, so the waistband can be cinched or relaxed, as needed, and added pintucked pleats for a little interest. The fabric is beyond soft and stretchy and can be thrown in the washer and dryer, so they’re comfy and easy, but NOT ugly as sin. You really can have it all! I’m wearing them right now, and life is glorious.
Wardrobe|Myself items completed:
Blue velvet top (+ 1 pincushion)
Green velvet lounge pants
I also made the top (for New Year’s Eve), but that’s a story for another time. GOODBYE.
HELLO I MADE A PHOTO CATALOGUE. Molly told me I needed to share more pictures of everything, and obviously she was right, so after my fancy closet makeover, I photo catalogued everything left hanging. I mean, I did tops and jackets anyway (bottoms are a whole other category – as are jammies and undies). It feels like a pretty full wardrobe, honestly – even after such a big purge – but I still have to live a life while I work on replacing the one I have now. Ohmigod, you guys, I’M REPLACING MY LIFE RIGHT NOW. Anyway, this is the current situation (I think if you right click and open the image in a new tab you can zoom in a little (CONFIRMED)):
* Anything with an asterisk is something I’ve already made.
The concept is obvious, right? I’m keeping or restyling or repairing or replacing. I’m not going to insult your intelligence any further.
Is this so boring?? I think maybe this is boring for you, but I find it FASCINATING. You should totally catalogue your closet – I have such a new appreciation for my clothes! Obviously do it AFTER a purge – anything you don’t totally love is definitely not worthy of a photograph. I honestly really love everything here. Or I will love it, after I do some repairs and restyling, and when it’s all charted out I can see what kinds of pieces would be great additions. I swear it will be more interesting as I move forward. GOD, YOU GUYS, COULD I DRAG OUT THE INTRO TO THIS BLOG ANY FURTHER?? JUST THROW IT ALL AWAY AND MAKE SOMETHING!
Anyway … only five pieces up there are from other contemporary designers – the shell in the top right square, the blouse in the third row far left, the denim jacket, and the two dark leather jackets – everything else is either vintage or made by me. That feels kind of great. And with the exception of the leather jackets, I hope to replace the rest of it with my own work. I’m sort of tempted to embroider my initials into everything too, just because that feels like a rich person, luxury thing to do. I once read through the descriptions of a bunch of estate pieces, and all of the (very fancy, hand sewn) undergarments had initials AND dates embroidered inside (the royals also did (maybe they still do?) that). 2017 feels like it might be a date I’d love to forget (at least politically), so maybe just initials for me.
After publishing this post I will begin my first monogram on another completed item for myself. This one is also velvet and also completely impossible to photograph. Excited to try to show you, but more excited to start wearing it. GOODBYE.
HELLO I’M SAD. Sewing brings me incredible and immense joy. It’s also the source of (perhaps literally all) my waking- and sleeping- nightmares. The constant deadlines and pressure and worries have become too much – I’m losing myself under the weight of it all.