Sunday went as planned. I read, knitted, baked, and relaxed. Went to church and enjoyed it. I am singing a solo for the anthem next week, and can’t make up my mind what to sing. The director has assured me that he doesn’t care what I sing, and I believe him. He is not very familiar with the solo literature for sacred music, since he is actually a band man. The accompanist, who is very knowledgeable, won’t talk at all. Maybe he is desperately shy, although he has known some of the people there for years, and scuttles away whenever they speak to him, too. I am also supposed to lead the hymns. Our director conducts them, but he says I should just wave my arms around, and the choir points out that they don’t watch anyway, so it won’t matter what I do.
#2 daughter has a couple of job prospects and is having fun. #1 daughter was out shopping with friends, which means she is not home moping because her husband is on — or, in fact, in, since he is a submarine guy — the briny deep.
I think I said that I wouldn’t start anything new till I finished something, but it seemed as though all my WIPs are either long-term projects or stuck at hard bits (buttons, darts… my standard for “hard” is pretty low right now). So I started a new sewing project.
At least I also finished the project in question, rather than adding to my WIP collection.
I made a summer blouse in blue gauze.
I was using Butterick pattern 3383, a really simple woven T. But perhaps I chose too large a size — I ended up with a totally flashdance neckline.
So I turned to my old friend, the pleat, and made a pretty new neckline.
I wanted to do tucks, and I suppose I still may– it would be simple enough to sew the pleats down for an inch or two. I do not, however, want to end up drawing too much attention to the bosom, so I may leave it as it is, even though I have a bit of a peasant blouse effect. This particularly true because of the gauze, which is flimsy and gypsy-esque anyway.
I remember peasant blouses fondly, actually. They were in style when I was a teenager. In those days, I never considered whether my blouses brought unnecessary attention to my bosom. Ah, youth!
You may or may not be able to see the detail of the neckline below right. I can’t — a combination, I guess, of the color and my ineptitude with the photographing of fabric. Oh, and my monitor. Is there anything else I haven’t already blamed it on? Anyway, I hope you can, because I am inordinately proud of the fact that I actually measured those tucks — 2 cm each. At first, of course, I just stood there and pinned until it wasn’t off-the-shoulder any more, but then it struck me that many people would measure, and I did. Then I just sewed across the careful tucks with tiny hand stitches.
In aesthetic terms, I shouldn’t really be making tops like this, however swooningly lovely the color. This is what the books I have been reading (in my efforts toward my goal of becoming a well-groomed old lady, a project which I am beginning early because it may take me 20 years or more to accomplish) — those books call this kind of garment a “shapeless sack” and say that it makes the wearer look shapeless, too.
But I remember what Peg Bracken said. She said that, while fashion writers always assume that you have an audience, sometimes you don’t. Sometimes, she said, you have painting to do — or, in my case, boxes to unpack or a garden to weed.
The top will be cool and comfortable for summer, and fits into my SWAP. So I declare this my official Sew? I Knit-along top for June.
It was also an “interview” for the two-piece print dress (a central part of the whole SWAP process). The sewing bloggers talk about interviewing patterns. They make trial ones in muslin, and alter them repeatedly until they are perfect, and then make it in real fabric. Once they have it perfect, they call it “TNT” — that stands for “tried and true.” You are only supposed to use TNT patterns for your SWAP. I doubt I will get to that point. I am not up to the standard of the sewing bloggers, and probably shouldn’t even attempt to use their terminology. My boys have warned me not to use the term “peeps” or to call the Methodist ladies’ circle my “posse,” and it may be that I cannot toss off the sewing bloggers’ terminology, either. I’ll stick to WIPs and frogging.