I chose Amy Butler's Barcelona skirt pattern for my first attempt because it is so versatile. There's a basic A-line pattern, and a second version made up of tiered fabric. This weekend, I sewed the muslin of the tiered version, and I'm really glad I took that step to work out some fit and other issues. Sewing pattern sizes have not kept up with vanity sizing. After applying the paper pattern to my hips, I realized that I would need to make the size large. Large!
For some reason, my sewing machine made unspeakable puckerings in the fabric, and I realized that attempting to turn under the fabric on the underside of the tiers completely ruined the look of the skirt, and also the large size did turn out to be too large, although probably not enough to justify downsizing to the medium.
View from the side. There is a giant piece missing out of the back because I didn't have enough muslin, and all I really needed to see is the fit around the hips. It's a bit longer than the real skirt will be. A lot of people make it up with only three tiers, for a shorter length, and I might try that for a winter version of this skirt that I can wear with tights.
|Not sure what's going on with the ass wrinkles|
This is the fabric I chose for the real skirt. Giant green polka dots? I know. I spent about an hour in Les Fabriques, getting more and more overwhelmed. I went with this because this skirt works best as a print, and I didn't want florals or stripes or plaid.
Eventually, I hope to use my Barcelona pattern to make this skirt, which I first saw on Pinterest. (Photo came from here.)
- Walk to work
- Sit in dolorous cubicle of despair
- Walk home
- Cook dinner
- Go to gym
- Watch Frazier reruns on netflix
On a really ambitious day, I might stock up on dog food or fold the laundry or clean something. As you can see, I have nothing to blog about but the weekends.
Anyway, the city Parks & Rec department is sponsoring Shakespeare in the Park, and this weekend there was a performance every night in Belmont Park of Much Ado About Nothing. I went to the Saturday performance.
Of course an event like this calls for cocktails, and I made Thug Kitchen's blueberry-basil gin & tonics. I splurged on Hendrick's gin which mildly scandalized Ian, who explained it is too good to mix with other things. It feels odd to be educated about spirits by someone you gave birth to and used to dress in John John suits. Also splurged on high class tonic (or "quinine water" as my father calls it) and these G&T's were dope ass drinks, as Thug Kitchen would say.
It isn't really kosher to carry a glass of alcholic beverage into a public park, but I settled myself unobtrusively near the back, on a blanket, but then one of the organizer ladies noticed me and insisted that I move to the front. I demurred, but it was hopeless, and then my drink caused a flurry in the audience. "THAT LOOKS DELICIOUS. WHAT ARE YOU DRINKING?" So much for trying to be inconspicuous. But then I saw the woman next to me spike her drink from a whiskey bottle, concealed in her Whole Foods shopping bag. I remembered with dismay that I was on call, which is why I sat in the back in the first place, and I had to spend the play checking my phone every few minutes like one of those phone-obsessed philistines that everybody deplores. But the play was funny and I never did get paged.