It’s very possible that I have a skirt problem. When I’m shopping, I always find cute skirts, and it takes a lot of self restraint to not buy them all.
Of course, I didn’t really help myself out by starting by sewing “career” (ha) by taking a class that taught me how to make a pillow cover and a pencil skirt. I think we can all guess which project I was most excited about.
When I was telling my mom about making the skirt, she said, “That’s not really a beginner project, is it?” Um, no, it wasn’t. But it really wasn’t hard, either! I learned a lot of skills that I use all the time, including, but not limited to, the proper way to rip out seams. (Seriously though – I rip out so many seams. I wish I was kidding.) And after probably five months of work, I had yet another skirt to wear!
Aside from adding a new piece to my wardrobe (always a plus), I think I was most excited that I made something that could’ve passed for store bought. Yes, that may be a little silly, but when I think of homemade clothes, I think of hideous prints and/or ill-fitting shirts.
Of course, part of this is probably inspired by my questionable fabric choices as a child. (My mom could sew, and sometimes she’d offer to make me clothes.) One special example was a vertical rainbow stripe fabric that I chose when my mom was making me a dress for my uncle’s wedding. What was the contrasting print I picked? Blue cat fabric. Yes, it was blue fabric with CATS on it. I am not making this up. God bless my mother. And I actually loved that dress. I kept it forever, and in college, I converted it into a Halloween costume. It’s still in my costume box today.
But anyway, back to the point, homemade clothing has interesting associations for me. And this skirt showed me that it didn’t have to be that way.
And here we are today. Thanks for joining me!