(How do all of you brilliant overachievers do it, week in and week out? Something's gotta give. For me this week, it's been personal grooming. And to think there was a time when I hesitated to answer the doorbell if I wasn't wearing a full face of makeup.)
For those of you visiting for the first time, I took a vintage men's shirt pattern circa 1943 and made it into a shirt that I, a woman, could wear.
Three muslins and numerous tweaks later...whoomp, there it is!
I've said it before, but this has been an exercise in patience and persistence. I was ready to throw in the towel (or the shirt, as it were) several times, but then I'd try one other thing (sometimes out of desperation). It often worked.
It's not perfect...I could have paid more attention to matching the pattern at the back yoke, for instance...but it's much better than where it all started.
One of my favorite things about this shirt—a last-minute decision—is the inner yoke and inner sleeve placket in a different fabric...
...a Kaffe Fassett print I bought recently.
It's loud and proud, that's for sure. You'll be able to spot me all the way across Walmart in this thing. And you'll be wondering where the Grateful Dead concert is, and if you can hitch a ride in my VW bus. Or perhaps you'll be wondering if I'm the bus.
I don't even want to know.
I promise to post pictures of me modeling the 100 percent finished shirt this weekend. Until then...