This is a photo from my trip to Seattle.
So, I did go out and do a little shopping. Having sorted down to a deeper layer of my closet (and then listing some things for sale )
Shopping for summer - I dread it. In summer I am not allowed the protective layers of fall and winter. In winter it is possible and perfectly appropriate to wrap yourself in cashmere over silk with bits of fur and a sweeping wool overcoat or...or...and it's not that you're hiding, it's just that it drapes and it feels delicious. It feels safe.
A decade past, I walked into my office at the Urban Institute and my colleague dropped her papers and asked, "Heidi, how many winter coats do you have?" I'm not sure what I said. I was under the gun. Easily thirty. That was post-Scotland, pre-Florida so my number may have been even higher than whatever I said. She replied, "You see, I have one winter coat and I wear it every day. With everything."
I'm proud to tell you I've just sold my vintage 1950s hot-pink velvet swing coat to that same woman via etsy.
Summer? Summer is all about drape. At least on my body. But the fabrics have hidden threats. I walk the aisles chanting my summer mantra, "Lovely and cool; Look at her - she looks lovely and cool; Lovely and cool." A reminder to myself not to buy anything that isn't cool - no polyester; nothing lined with polyester - feels like you're wearing a dolphin costume when you ride the DC Metro. I don't ride the Metro anymore but I won't forget that feeling. I get Seasonal Affective Disorder in the summer.
Can't be linen - it's cool but I always feel sloppy in it. Can't be light blue or light grey - shows sweat - and then it can't be white, usually, because white is usually too sheer for the big girl bras I'm sporting. The Fantasie Molded Balcony Bra 4520 puts a little distance between them and you. Seems weird to add 1/4" of foam but I can't explain it. Absolutely necessary at my age or you'll know too much.
And though I saw a beautiful white linen skirt with a linen/lurex/cotton tank sweater, I knew it couldn't be a cotton sweater. I hate cotton sweaters. They lose their shape. They always lose their shape. Summer still has to drape. Because of my body. Skirts yes, pleated skirts, no.
It has to have a deep v-neck so my wall of breastus won't look like two pigs fighting under a blanket. All those cute racer back tank dresses are out. They don't make bras for girls like me in a racer back. They tell you that they do but they don't. A flat-chested sales woman suggested wearing a cami underneath to cover the old school bra straps. No. I won't wear a cami under anything because the whole point was to be lovely and cool. Not fat and hot. Also? I hate the word 'cami.'
I am at my best in a dark silk crepe de chine.Where can I find that? I know where.
But I need things to just kick around in. The house is old and hard to cool. Shorts. Maybe even a t-shirt. A casual skirt or dress.
So I made myself do it. I didn't feel like driving into the city so I went to my local and bought two pairs of these, in black. I first picked up a size 14 but bought size 10. I managed not to be happy about it, that's the way I am.
I wanted to go to Old Navy to buy t-shirts (even though I don't believe in Old Navy) but got lost and wound up at the fabric store.
Sewing clothing is not for the dyslexic. I spent a solid ten minutes trying to find a pattern in the drawer before the sales associate helped me understand I'd transposed the pattern numbers. Not a great beginning. Still, I kept on.
I went for the German patterns -they understand my body. I'm built to farm. Cows. That means Burda. The designers of Munich understand me. 40" bust with a 32" ribcage? No problem. Germans git'r'done. They actually have a regular-size pattern that fits me as if I was a regular-size woman. You don't understand how hard that is.
I bought three sleeveless dress patterns - on my best day I couldn't sew a dress with sleeves to save my life. I found two fabrics with amazing drape. I wisely decided to sew the first dress in a cheap cotton I had in my stash - what happened to the fifteen yards of linen I thought I had?! - so far, it looks like a really amazing cotton trash bag. With a belt. I forgot about the belt. The dress looks like a cotton trash bag with a belt.
Upside? It's the first time I've ever done invisible pockets without completely f***ing them up. So maybe there's hope for me. Not a sew-a-sleeved dress kind-of-hope but...? And the fabric makes a big difference - the cotton I chose for the bin bag dress just has too much body. Fair enough.I'll try again tomorrow with something softer.The whole point of the cotton was just to see and learn. And I learned. In my Ann Taylor Loft shorts, I learned.
All the same, I ordered this not long ago and it should arrive tomorrow. Just in time.
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