Posts Tagged ‘ wardrobe refashion ’
Bound and ready to go.
The scoop neck came out great.
The only think I don’t love is the buttons.
Will give them a run, maybe change them out after wearing.
Bias binding strips pinned right on.
Sewed right on, about 3/8 inch from the edge, with a little zigzag.
Trimmed and voila!
Thrilled with the first T-shirt success, I started thinking. And remembered these red velour pants handed down from the same cousin who gave me this gem.
The seams could have been a problem…
But the fabric is so lustrous and has a little stretch…
…so the lines could go down the middle of a T-shirt, right?
Yup. Here’s a long fitted T-shirt made from a pair of secondhand velour pants.
The lines came out straight down the back, too.
I just can’t quite get the hand of the neck band.
The big kids’ T-shirt pattern I bought (the one w the hoodie) fits me after all. Looked like it was going to be a tight squeeze, but the final dimensions are a touch bigger than listed on the pattern. And I don’t mean the size dimensions, either, I mean the finished garment ones.
Look!
Banged out a sample Saturday from a super giant ladies’ top whose leopard I liked. Thrifted that thing at least a year ago for like $1, thinking there’d be an easy way to suck it in. I swore I took a picture when I got it. Alas.
Turns out there’s no redeeming a mock turtle. Cut that sucker up and lined up the pattern pieces.
The only little glitch was that I couldn’t quite get the long raglan sleeves cut from the top’s standard sleeves. So I made short sleeves instead.
Sewed it all up pretty quickly, zig-zag style.
(I got lazy and didn’t pin enough. Crooked hem serves me right.)
Sweet! Ok, I still need to work on necks, getting the V point in the binding just right.
But otherwise, it worked so well, I can’t get raglan T-shirts out of my head.
Am thinking of the many possibilities to be made from two shirts, or one shirt plus fabric – plus small scraps, really.
Or pants?
I can’t stand the clutter in my apartment and closet anymore! It’s been dragging me down and occupying more mental energy than it is worth. Plus it’s that time of year in Chicago where I’m itching to put on more than my winter black turtleneck and dark cords.
Of course, I’m all supposed to be working on this other little project, but I’ve reached a point where I need another set of hands. And I’m too germy tonight to ask her, new mama of a teeny baby, to risk infection.
So this eve, I’m home with Svengoolie — tonight showing The Blob starring Steve McQueen and a sweet Burt Bacharach theme song all from 1958 — and the sewing machine, wrapping up all those little oddball repairs and fixes that have rendered so much clothing a total drag to wear.
This little sheer purple thrifted blouse had its ugly old button stuck on by the previous owner for ornamental purposes replaced with a cutie little flowered one.
It’s really see through and needs its own proper slip to wear underneath. I’ll table that for the next time SvenG shoes the Creature from the Black Lagoon.
Some gray flannel pants needed a good hem. I shortened them with a little cheat technique I’ll post soon.
I started taking in a black top with some gold and purple irises on the front. Started pinning in some darts in the back to give the thing some shape. Then I thought about maybe just posting the thing on etsy as is.
And some black knit thrifted pants that were too big got taken in by the rear seam. Not a glamorous enough repair to photograph.
Must say that Svengoolie makes for excellent company.
I didn’t grow up here with him on Saturday nights. In Philadelphia, we had a similar cheeseball horror show called Saturday Night Dead featuring a busty hostess called Stella. Only Svengoolie has better songs than I remember on SND. And he starts at like 9 p.m. instead of 1 a.m.
Here’s hoping somebody ponies up the cash for the glow-in-the-dark Svengoolie t-shirt in time for my birthday. Though I think I’ve blown my t-shirt karma around here in a stack of boxy shirts destined for refashions but still sitting in the pile.
Time to play this card. I bought a few new things from a retail store. The Filene’s Basement near my job is closing, and the sales are amazing. I confess I got sent there to talk to shoppers about how they were resisting or succumbing to going-out-of-business sales, and while in the shoe department, fell in love.
So I walked out with black leather shoes with heels I’ve coveted that at $35 are a whole digit less than the Nordstrom originals. A WHOLE DIGIT. Like a zero on the end. The teal was cute but impractical. You can imagine my excitement at spotting these.
A swingy square neck black knit dress with inbetween sleeves in year-round weight that was $6 when all the discounts kicked in
Also various brand-name underwear. Truth is, I might go back for more.
Though I have to put my card down, there’s no guilt for this girl. Because I still thought like a Refashioner while choosing these few things. They’re well-made and only cost so little because the store is liquidating. All three are needs – the shoes will go to work, the dress is super versatile, underwear speaks for itself – and all three are beyond my skill set as a crafter.
Sure, I could focus on sewing knits, but I’ve decided to sew my own wedding dress (more to come on that process), and am making that happen as we speak, so time for any other sewing just doesn’t exist.
In fact, my big refashion this week is a pair of brown leather boots that needed a tiny adjustment to be comfortable again. A lousy $1.35 is all it took. How lazy have I been, really?
You ready for this one?
Right.
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