I think I have professed my love for polka dots in a previous post, so I will just get started on the pieces I created.
This fabric was bought and stitched more than a year ago but I only got around to wearing the dress this week! The design is very similar to the white dress for my civil union, just the skirt is a hi-low cut.
The leftover fabric was of course utilised and was turned into a blouse. The neckline is a bit of a cowl design, a bit; with a bow.
Not bad for a 3 metre fabric costing FJD18 now is it?
Work and studies have kept me busy for some time now…but like an addict, I can only go so long without my fix. Since I couldn’t make time to stitch, I had to make do with reading. At the moment I am reading Amitav Ghoshs’ The Shadow Lines and have immensely enjoyed the beautiful and vivid storytelling.
In any good book, one will always find at least one sentence which is pure truth and in this so far I have come across a painful one:
“Need is not transitive… one may need without oneself being needed”.
However, since there is not substitute for stitching, I just had to give up everything else for a few hours and do what I had to.
The one in grey is a result of purchasing too much fabric. I had previously made a pencil skirt out of it and now a formal dress. its a very simple cut and was easy to make as well. Although there were a few issue of stitching highly stretchable fabric; but nothing I cant handle 🙂
Needless to say, grey is a pretty nondescript colour; but wearing it doesn’t need to be boring. Paired with the right pair of heels and accessories, it becomes both timeless and practical.
I started stitching when I was 11. First it was just adjusting garments or sewing ripped seams, especially on my school uniform. Then it was stitching straight seams or hems on garments my grandmothers were making. It was only towards the end of 2000 that I had the opportunity and resources to cut and stitch a piece on my own and without supervision! (I say without supervision because my grandmother wasn’t around; I was not allowed to use her beloved Singer sewing machine in her absence).
Feeling very rebellious, I dug out a leftover piece of material and chalked it out. Because there wasn’t much material, I had settled on making a shirt. I remember spending more time on measuring and cutting than the actually stitching (sometimes I still do that). For my first, it turned out pretty well (so said my mother who doesn’t really stitch) and I wore it very many times.
Today, while tidying up my closet, I came across this piece and realised that stitching is the only hobby which 15 years later, I still enjoy. I think I am a bit too old and heavy to climb up trees 😦 .
Here is the front and back view of the shirt. The stitching isn’t great throughout as I had no knowledge of how to set thread tensions back then.
Close up of the stitching
The collar didnt turn out as well as I had expected, but I covered it up with those tie ups (sneaky, I know 🙂 ).
While the shirt has survived almost 14 years, I had to put it through one more test. So I tried it on.
Needless to say after 14 years and the effects of puberty; the shirt failed to contain my boobs. Regardless, this shirt remains in the “too attached to get rid of pile” of clothing.
So I recently made an Indian inspired kurti/dress and had some leftovers from the lovely white material. Left with only triangular pieces, I dug out some lace to make a comfy blouse for the tropical weather.
The material was bit difficult to handle so I had to hand-stitch the edges before machine stitches.
Turned out pretty well me thinks.