While standing at the register, my bold beauty in hand with matching earrings no less, my brain is bubbling away at possibilities for a matching skirt. Surely there is a length of black bottom weight languishing amongst all the yardages. Boy was I wrong. Worse, there wasn't even a khaki. The best I could come up with was a grey sateen, which next to the intense blue just screamed "oh please, not me!". What I did find, hiding at the very bottom of the third bin was 2 yards of white brushed twill. WTH? I mean, seriously WHITE Brushed Twill? Where the heck did it come from? Why would I buy white anything in a bottom weight fabric?
Having splurged with the shirt, I was committed to using fabric from my stash for the skirt. Well, that and the hubs has recently discovered just how much fabric I own. His disbelief at my need for yet MORE fabric was evident. Best just to buckle down and make the best of it. I figured, if I really hated it, I could dye it. Right? Thankfully, it didn't come to that. I can't begin to imagine the horrors that would have invoked.
I opted for View B, the more streamlined style with a narrow waist band. Laid out the fabric, carefully checked and double checked each piece to ensure I had the bias line of the fabric perfectly in line with the pattern. Have you ever done this?
|Measure against both ends of the grainline on the pattern|
piece, adjusting the piece until the measurements match.
Time to regroup. The waist band was obviously not going to fit either me or the skirt pieces. The pattern offered up an alternate waist finish, with a facing rather than a band. I dug out my scraps, cut facings and interfaced them. The facings did not match the skirt. WTF? (yes, we were back to that.) I swore at the skirt and the stupidity of the waist finishes. I was done. It wasn't worth it, no matter that I was planning on wearing the combination to work on Monday. Stupid thing. Fifteen minutes later I had the facing pieces back in my hands. I refused to let the damn thing get the better of me. I measured it. I measured me (yes, again). I wrapped the facing around me and it fit. Problem must be in the skirt pieces. I measured them and found I was only off 3" now. Somewhat better than the 4"of the waist band. WTBH?
Before you judge me by the wrinkles in the photo, I ironed the skirt prior to going to work, but this is end of day. Sitting around at a desk tends to encourage wrinkles in the best of fabrics.