With all the sewing I do for others, I wanted to make something for me. I experienced some guilt over this because of the sewing to-do list that threatens to suffocate my family. And whenever I experience guilt for something like that, I then decide I must do it because, well, feeling guilty for making myself a skirt is ridiculous.
I’ve had my eye on the Yard Sale Wrap Skirt from Weekend Sewing (great book) for over a year. And, last weekend (!) I did it. I was mildly freaking out over the fabric to pick because I wanted something light and summery but able to be falley with boots and I desperately wanted to love it since I was shelving all of my responsibilities…I just went with my first idea which is this weird woodland print probably meant for a nursery but I just adore it and wanted it twirling around my legs.
And twirl it does.
Do you ever look at photos like this and wonder how that person took those photos and what was going on? Like, is dig just spinning by herself in her living room? Who took the photo? Is anyone else around? I wonder these things. I wonder what is finny thinking? and are Lera‘s six children are running around in the background? I set my camera up on a timer, perched on upside-down mixing bowls or something, and I usually convince Margot to stand where I will stand so I have something to set the focus. Sometimes she thinks this is cool and other times she’d rather do anything but, so I use a chair or Alice. Then, I push the button and run and hope I look svelte. Margot and Ruby both love this part. Andy, if he’s around, acts as if I am just buttering toast. The twirling that came with this particular photo shoot was a total hit with the girls. Even though it took me a while to recover from the first spin…I quickly realized I don’t need to spin as fast as I can for the entire beeping sequence of the auto-timer…mama almost hurled.
that most beautiful scarf was knit by my dear friend Anne
Anyway, I sewed into the wee hours of last Sunday morning AND I REALLY LOVE IT. Like I wouldn’t change anything. I don’t know if I’ve ever said that about something I’ve sewn for myself before…
So, I will most likely be wearing it several times a week for the next several years. I am definitely wearing it out tomorrow night for Missoula’s first Friday gallery walk. And Saturday for coffee and Sunday for Mother’s Day.
I even like it when it clutters up my vanity, next to the red plastic barrette and goldfish cracker.
* deets on pattern alteration*
I took seven inches off the length because I don’t need any fabric hem calling attention to my, ahem, muscular calves. Also, like everyone else who blogged about this skirt, I added two panels so not to show all of Missoula my privates. And, I didn’t hand-sew the hem. I machine stitched the ittiest hem my fingers could fold. It look three yards of fabric and I was still a wee bit short…I was distraught and determined and the orange underside to the waistband was a last minute decision. I like it.
