After rescheduling the last project roundup because I didn’t want people to use their imagination about how cute this dress looks when being worn, I give you:A closet shot.
A dark and slightly blurry closet shot that doesn’t show the cute detail of the fabric or the nice dark brown buttons. It was a busy week.
I think this might be the Last Dress of the Season. I have fabric for one more, but my sewing mojo is gone and I’m not sure the weather will continue to be dress weather until I can get it finished. On to flannel shirts and more knitting, I guess.
In other seasonal news, this is what it looks like before I make the bed in the morning, when it’s not cold enough to run the heat in the whole apartment:
Mr. Isbell and I have dubbed the quartz space heater tower “Minas Heatas,” because we’re Lord of the Rings geeks like that. Toby doesn’t call it anything but I think he loves it even more than me.
(Why all this navy? I found a navy and gray coat at the J. Crew outlet I had to visit last week. I guess that’s like caving and emailing the ex-boyfriend you kind of hate but must know all about and, instead of getting mad all over again, he gives you information about a freelance job that pays really well? Something like that.)
I picked up my fair entries yesterday evening and thought I’d take a picture, since I never searched the archives to find the original project posts. I submitted the very plaid dress I made last November for a friend’s wedding–first place–and the houndstooth jacket I like so much–second place. Yay, me!
When I was there last night the semis that carry the collapsible midway rides were all packed up and ready to head out in a convoy. My fascination with long-haul trucking (don’t know where that came from, unless it’s Kerouac) collided with my curiosity about how traveling midway ride operators must live, and I just about put the Focus in line behind them. Maybe someday I can take six months and research a book about carnies and their state fair circuit…
Something about shirtdresses make me think I could wear them on my imaginary ranch, while gathering eggs, visiting my loyal horse friend in the stables, standing at the back door looking out over the Wyoming mountains, etc. (Not, of course, while actually doing ranch work and getting dirty. Nobody ever mentioned that in My Friend Flicka.)
I thought I should wear all black, the universal sign of sophistication, to my high-school reunion, but I hate wearing black and sewing it is even more boring. So I decided on navy blue, since, as Cecil Beaton said, “Chanel demonstrated that nothing was more chic than fine linen, navy-blue serge, and lots of soap.”
I had a pattern from my mother’s stash that wanted to be made for a special occasion (well, it wasn’t a muumuu, so it seemed dressy), so I went for the “navy-blue and lots of soap” Jackie O look, minus that back belt:
It actually doesn’t look like much on the hanger, but with a tan, pearl studs, and a yellow clutch, it was just right:
So…Friday is my 10-year high school reunion. I’m going, because the curious part of me that “has hobbies and sees what happens” knows that if I don’t attend and see how bad it really is, I’m always going to wonder. (Also, I thought, “What if someone in a book I write needs to go to a high school reunion and I don’t know the exact feelings of displacement? I’d better go.”)
Of course I made a dress for it (pictures next week). But I also decided to make a clutch, which gives you something to do with your hands when you’re standing around talking at an alcohol-less event.
…because it needs to hold my flask. To quote the best high school reunion movie ever,
“Who needs hard alcohol?”
Presenting: Lounge pants! These are a vast improvement over my old John Deere green pair from J. Crew.
And lounge shorts! Mr. Isbell really doesn’t get any sewing done for him, so when he asked I had to make him something. (Of course, he originally asked for a suit, and couldn’t understand why I didn’t jump on that project.)
And after I finished these, I went crazy thinking about fall patterns and fabrics and sewing plans and knitting plans and how I could replicate this coat for less than $250. It’s like the crafty version of the ant getting ready for the winter, I guess.
Here’s another gingham dress from a 1970’s pattern:
And here’s a better representation of the color:
The yellow and the vintage styling remind me of the look of the film The Virgin Suicides:
On the other hand, Mr. Isbell saw it during construction and blurted out, “That looks like what a Disney princess would wear before she knew she was a princess!”
He meant it as a compliment, of course, and maybe it’s the same thing–just give me a grassy field and a daisy to pick.