For a long time now I have been dreaming of making new creations from old clothes. I have held on to a secret stash of items that aren't quite right but have been saved from the donation bin. Some hold promise in their shape, with just a few alterations or embellishments and others I have kept merely for the fabric. Since dresses tend not to fit me well I have a stash of them destined to be converted into skirts. I am more of a dreamer than a doer, or at least I dream of far more than I can manage to do and I don't even like sewing. Actually, I love hand sewing. Is that strange? As a little girl I hand stitched my own creations for my Barbie dolls, spending hours cutting, pinning and stitching scraps of fabric and I still love to do that. But the part I love most is the cutting and pinning. I have an aversion to my sewing machine. Mainly because it is unfamiliar and that means I have to learn how to use it and that seems like such a bore. I just want to wave a magic wand. Or wield a needle and thread.
Of course I did not think to take a 'before' photo but this was a basic pull over tunic that was a bit too small for me. It had a slight hole which I darned and overall it's not particularly high quality so it seemed perfect for an experiment. I cut it up the middle, tried it on and noticed that the front looked best sort of folded outwards so I stitched that part down with some pretty buttons. I pondered additions of lace, pinning bits on and taking them off again. I let the raw edges roll in on themselves and added some ribbon to tie it together in front and make it look more like it is meant to be open down the middle and isn't some old tunic I cut up.
I am a messy and rather childlike creative. I like to sit on the floor. I strew bits and bobs all over the place and I dislike cleaning it all up afterwards. As I sat on the floor stitching this first up-cycling attempt, I remembered how I sat amid Mum's fabric scraps, which I kept in a big plastic bag in my closet. I would dump it all out and spread it around me and sort through it looking for just the right piece. Naked Barbie Dolls were also scattered around waiting to be pinned into whatever I was going to create for them. In summer I would do this outside, on the back sundeck and managed to convince my best friend that this was a great way to spend the day. I recall I also had ambitions of making a patchwork quilt after seeing one on the bed of a family friend. It was made of squares cut from old clothing and a dark blue velvet one remains in my memory. I digress, as usual. Here is a picture of what this outfit looks like in the going outside version. And there is that damn lamp again.
Yes, mushroom-bowl haircuts are all the rage. Didn't you know? We cannot blame Jason for this one. Last spring I decided to grow out my hair and it got about this far and then I bailed on the plans and got it cut shorter. In the end I regretted that. I am ready for more hair so I've let it grow and am back to where I was last May. I look forward to getting out of mushroom land and into short bob land.