Yep, hubris got in the way. The top of the skirt doesn’t sit at my waist (where I usually wear them), but down around my hipbones. Since this is a summery casual skirt, I don’t really care. Not enough to screw around with the pockets at the side seams, not even enough to take out the zipper.
Once a student said to me something like “well, back in the old days people didn’t wear a whole lot of color, all greys and blacks mostly.” I don’t think that’s true, but I think it’s easy to forget that brilliant colors existed before Technocolor. Casually thumbing any old women’s magazine demonstrates that. They often use adjectives such as “eye-blinding” or “violent” to describe color (May 1945). I often wonder how much black and white photography colors ahem our ideas of how people dressed “back in the old days,” even in subtle ways.
I call the shirt Elsa, after the inspiration from Casablanca. In the summer, I often reach for my husband’s shirts for comfort. We’re much the same size, with different contours. My clothes are often more fitted, while his are looser. While pondering how best to approach this boldly-striped cotton doubleknit, I realized I could use his t-shirt pattern for myself. Easy. I nipped in the waist a little, and shaped the hem for kicks.
These aren’t work clothes exactly, neither are they grungy house-clothes. I’d call this my meeting-up-with-a-girlfriend-and-Lila-in-Chinatown-for-lunch-at-King’s-Diner outfit. The length and waistline feel a little funny, but I’ll get used to it. (That reminds me, I should write a review of King’s Diner. Yum.)
I did wear the top to work today, though I don’t think it will go into the regular work rotation.
Thanks for all your kind words when I was sick, I’m feeling better now.
Next in the pipeline- A micro-houndstooth shirt any 50’s housewife would envy…