Maybe you caught this little post from Sewing on The Edge which linked to an article about a minimalist / capsule wardrobe? While my wardrobe is hardly minimalist, I do try to make clothes that I want to wear. Still, there are clothes that I’ve sewn that, for one reason or another, I NEVER wear.
There’s something vaguely unsettling about this. I don’t regret the time and effort involved in making these clothes; but to never wear them seems a waste of resources. To remedy this situation I’m going to undertake “rescuing” two items that never see the light of day.
My safari jacket.
I should be wearing the hell out of this jacket right now, but I cringe every time I see the horrible set of the sleeves. This mess is the collision of two problems….one, too much sleeve ease…and two, a stretch fabric that doesn’t allow the extra ease to be steamed out. Note: this project made me swear off stretch fabrics forever. I’ve replaced this jacket with my wool Halston shacket, but I truly miss wearing it, especially this time of year.
This jacket was both a ton of work, and a joy to make. To have it languishing in the closet because I’m too embarrassed to wear it is a shame. My plan is to open the side linings and pull the sleeve through, shorten the sleeve cap and put things back together. I may even put in a little wool sleeve head to give the shoulders more structure. Here’s hoping!
Next problem child…
The first shirt I ever made!
I made this shirt when Peter had his Shirt Sewalong (I think he was making the Negroni?). I think I’ve worn it once, which is a shame because it’s a fine Italian cotton in a great color for me. Sadly, it has some issues. Some I can fix, others I’ll just have to live with.
The biggest problem is lack of decent interfacing. It’s just interfaced with white cotton fabric with little to no body. Since making this shirt I’ve learned just how important good interfacing is to a shirt. Hence, my addiction to Fashion Sewing Supply’s “shirt crisp” interfacing. For me it’s the difference between a shirt that gets worn, and one that’s relegated to the back of the closet.
Next problem, the full French cuffs. Fun and novel as they are, they’re just not me. They’ve gotta go.
Ummm…this was the best I could do at the time. Reality check, I still can’t sew a curve worth a damn, so I’ll replace the whole collar and stand (God willing). This time around it will be a button down, which is much more my style (and NO curves involved!). With a little love, I’m hoping to get this sad shirt back into the game.
Thankfully, I saved a good sized hunk of this fabric. Vindication for all us sewists who save all our scraps, and sometimes scratch our heads wondering why we do it!
Time to break out the seam ripper.