If you had told me ten years ago that I'd be a skirt addict I would have laughed at you.
And if you had told me that I was obsessed with making them I would have laughed all the more. I may have been a knitter, but I was not the type of person to make her own clothes. But now that I'm through all but the last two projects from Love at First Stitch I don't think I can claim that anymore. For better or worse (and trust me, some of it is worst), I am on this handmade wardrobe train.
I've made three skirts at this point, but the only one I have managed to photograph is my Clemence Skirt.
A few months ago I went to our LYS to support a friend who was holding a spinning demonstration. It was my first time in the shop and when wandering the fabric wall I spotted this print and said "I want to make a skirt out of that."
So when I reached this pattern in my book I took myself back and bought it. What happened after was a bit of a disaster.
The Clemence pattern does not have any pattern pieces but is rather an exercise in pattern drafting. I don't know if I was too distracted by the Fargo episode I had on in the background or if my brain had simply stopped working that night, but I cut my pieces much longer than needed. Of course I did not realize this until I had already sewn my french seams (twice -- the first time I sewed them backwards. It was not my night), and started to work on the gathers. I managed to make it work, but when it came time to put in the zipper and sew up the back I ended up with quite a large seam allowance.
And then my top stitching was not staying straight. No matter how hard I tried I could not get my line to stay in place. I ripped back a few times, but the delicate fabric started to fray, so I just went with it and then hand stitched a few spots in place just to be sure.
The result is a skirt that looks a little sloppy if you know about dressmaking, but works for running around with a baby. Luckily I'm a tshirt addict, so I'll just keep wearing ones that are longer to cover the problems around the waistband.
Why, you might ask, do I only have one shot of this skirt straight on? Well, this little guy was crawling about.
And when it comes to him we are all powerless before this face.
That's a future yarn-winding minion right there.