Eighteen days since the last post; two new skirts. Plus a shirt toile, but it’s nowhere near ready to be seen by the good folk of the internet yet.
The first is a mini with pockets, made from a cotton twill (so essentially denim) fabric that I found in the Nowra Spotlight of all places, which was surprising because it has an unusual and quirky horse print on it:
Construction was pretty basic, just the standard mini pattern I made when I altered the lace Jigsaw skirt, only plus pockets and flat-felled seams, and minus lining and a fair bit off the bottom. The pattern matching is… passable. I tried for perfect but I was a bit too impatient to achieve it.
It’s not one I’ll be riding a bike or climbing a tree in, but at the same time it’s definitely not the awful nearly-a-mini-but-not-trying-hard-enough frumpster length that I was complaining about many moons ago on another post.
Frump it hath not.
But pockets it hath in spades.
The other skirt is, to put it bluntly, a knockoff. I saw a vintage organza Chanel skirt in a book and remembered the 6m of black (sadly polyester) georgette that’s been languishing in my stash since a friend gave it to me after a de-clutter at her gran’s. I also had various scraps of black opaque silk left over from sundry projects, and one very short metal zip. Because the polyester frays like a son of a bitch, construction was more of an issue, so I went with what’s basically an 18th-century petticoat construction: i.e. rectangles sewn together at the selvedges (woohoo! No fraying and no finishing? I think we can call that a win.) and then gathered into a waistband. Only, I added a zip-side fastening and to kill frayage at the hem, I added a black silk facing that I turned to the outside and whipstitched down by hand.
It doesn’t look much like the original inspiration garment, in retrospect (I couldn’t find a photo on the internet), but it still looks pretty interesting, and offers up various opportunities for layering. Or not, if one feels daring. Transparent skirts have been floating around a number of designers for quite a while now, and aren’t unheard of in RTW either (although, I must offer up a prayer of thanks that I no longer see those impossibly vile mullet-cut ones from Supré around anymore. WHY WERE THEY A THING???). One of my favourite ever Vogue covers featured Bella Heathcote in a translucent-skirted Christian Dior dress, there was plenty of inspo floating around – Dries van Noten, Nonoo, a particularly risqué Jean-Paul Gaultier – and of course there was Jennifer Lawrence (on whom, along with the rest of the universe, I have a gigantic lady-crush. Can’t you tell?) in that transparent dress last November.
Here’s my version styled with a black pencil skirt and, alternately, a blazer and heels, and a scarf and clogs. Also, unlike all of the inspiration garments mentioned above, mine was effectively free! All pre-loved stash materials, scraps and leftovers!
Oh consarn it, the damn thing’s dipping at the front. Even hemming’s never been a strong point of mine. Also, I look like my face is made of plastic. What’s up with that?
Feelin’ sorta vaguely maybe even a tiny bit French. Hence wolfishly triumphant grin.
Now for some construction pictures:
It’s a bit uneven where the zip’s gone in, but that’s my own carelessness at play, combined with the warpy, uncooperative nature of the polyester. This is why I always splurge on natural fibre.
From the inside, the whipstitches holding the exterior facing up.
The one seam in the exterior facing was flat felled.
Finally, some slightly more daring styling: the JLaw-sanctioned bodysuit combo. Now’s your warning to mosey on outa here if it’s going to be too weird for y’all, though to be honest, I have shorts that are worse than this that I wear in public, it’s just once you reference that a skirt *should* be there, it seems kind of strange. JLaw’s just too badass for us mere plebs. I have attempted my most angry badass face to complement the style.
Now that I’ve fed my inner high-fashion-monster for the moment, time to skulk off and make some t-shirts.