Last spring, I made a quilted body warmer. It was my fifth one. I was trying to be creative with it, because you justifiably can’t make five of the same thing.*
Today, I got together with some costuming friends. It wasn’t costumed meet-up, but because we are who we are, all of us were wearing some type of history bounding something or other, or accessorizing with a costuming piece. I wore this vest, a midi linen skirt with my favorite blue boots, and the hat I had just finished making.
I don’t have any photos of the hat yet, but it’s a free pattern from Thistle Thistle, so you can click over there to see a pic if you’re curious. Hopefully I’ll be able to get a decent photo in it soon.
Decent is relative, because it’s a pixie hat, and I’m an adult.
This summer, I finally finished my 18th c. banyan. I love it so much that I often swan around the house in it in the evenings. And now that winter here in everything but name, I’ve finally photographed it, too.
The fabric is cotton from Anuprerna on the outside, and Indian block print cotton on the inside. Outside and inside are relative, since it’s reversible.
The first day I wore this coat, I never saw how I looked in it. I gave my full length mirror to my teenage daughters and so shoulders-up is all I get anymore. I had my 13 year old daughter help me cut my hair into a mullet that morning, then I threw the jacket on over an all-black outfit. Even though I didn’t know how I looked, I FELT good in this thing I had made, with my badass hair, and I glided out the door to an appointment feeling like a boss.
I felt like I’d put the confidence on. People literally stopped and stared at me while I was out. I had that elusive special SOMEthing.
