The stats test I've been dreading/having nightmares about is over -- how did I do? Dunno! -- and there's a small lull before I have to design/complete a project, so I have some time to think about La Leche League/sewing/knitting/cooking/leg waxing. So far I've checked off the last two boxes, having removed a goodly portion of the hair below my waist (though by no means all) and planned my brunch for Saturday (eggs, grits, chicken apple sausage). The final step in my mystical transformation from know-it-all layperson to official LLL leader (um...difference?) will occur tomorrow at the hands of another blogger, and I am utterly uninspired to knit anything right now. Because what I want* I can't find a pattern for. Sigh.
Which brings us to sewing.
First up: the square skirt. Two seams, one to make the waistband (a huge foldover affair), and one to attach waistband to skirt. Sorry it's either flashy or blurry -- the only mirror we have is in the cramped bathroom, so it's impossible to get a decent pic. Enjoy my weird bandy legs.
The fabric is a cotton-poly jersey with two-way stretch from Jo-Ann. I used maybe two yards with plenty left over. And I didn't bother hemming the edge -- the polyblend keeps the jersey from even rolling, and it's not coming apart. With that huge waistband it could totally be a maternity skirt, too. Not that I have any occasion to use such a thing.
I added a piece of elastic in the back of the nightgown to take up some of the volume. It's more even in real life than it looks in the picture. The effect is Tiny Muumuu. It's a little bit Golden Girls-after-dark -- a little bit cheesecake-around-the-kitchen-table-while -we talk-about-our-man-troubles.
Anyway, I haven't made the pants, mostly because Sophia has six thousand pairs of pants, but the smock pattern has to be the simplest, most rewarding, most difficult to fuck up pattern I've ever used. It made me feel so competent that I attempted the square skirt right afterwards. Now I think I'll make Sophia a hybrid skort thing, with a pair of shorts based on the F&F pattern under a tiny circle skirt, with the foldover waistband of my own. Oh, and about thirty more skirts for me. Because FUCK THE MAN.**
*an elbow-length-sleeve lacy shrug in DK-weight cotton.
**by which I mean, FUCK THE CORPORATIONS WHO SELL YOU ILL-FITTING CLOTHES MADE HALFWAY AROUND THE WORLD. (I am studiously ignoring the fact that the fabric itself was made in China. What can you do.)