TOTAL STASH DOMINATION.
Uh, sort of. This photo is incredibly misleading. I still have a few dozen yards left.
(I may or may not have a spreadsheet of fabric that I pore over on the daily.)
Here’s what I did for Summer Stashbust 2014:
My latest make: a heavily modified Colette Licorice in very lightweight denim, with a little lace yoke.
“Dude, that is not a Licorice,” you might be saying. Right. I can explain.
I once had a roommate tell me, very gently, that I might be afraid of color. At the time, I was wearing khaki pants and a white top, so I could see her point. And when I looked in my closet, it was a whole lot of black, white, gray and beige, with unconnected pops of color here and there.
So I kept it in the back of my head, and when Colette Patterns’ excellent Wardrobe Architect series came out, I decided to get methodical about colors. Ever since then, I’ve been looking for fabrics in shades of blue and green and muted teal, nothing too bright, colors I know I’ll wear. That’s my comfort zone.
But THIS fabric …. this fabric is not in my comfort zone.
Well, it’s been an adventure getting here.
A persistent streak of wadders led to everyone’s least favorite task — deadline sewing. Nothing to fuel the creativity like a ticking clock!
The deadline in this case was my dear friend’s wedding this month. Like lots of others who sew, I’ve lost my taste for buying clothes, and after enough time spent at the sewing machine, I’ve lost my taste for sewing frosting.
So what do you do when faced with the words “black tie requested” on a wedding invitation? Buy a formal dress that costs a lot and doesn’t really fit? Or spend hours working on a formal garment I won’t often wear?
Do you ever fall in love with a fabric, then get it home and ask yourself what on earth you’re going to do with it? Don’t answer that; I know I can’t be the only person with lengths of fabric malingering in my stash because they don’t lend themselves to anything I’d ever wear.
I got into sewing mainly because of polyester. In the summer, I can’t deal with it. I see women floating around in these chiffon day dresses, and they look so pretty and effortless, but I KNOW what kind of sweaty mess I would be if I were wrapped in layers of poly and acetate.
(Side note: Who are these women? How do they do it? Teach me your secrets, people.) Here’s the thing: Have you tried to buy an all-cotton dress recently? They’re damn hard to find. Continue reading