And as we all know, the internets are never wrong.
Well, well, one hundred. I can barely feel it, except maybe when it rains.
I've dusted off the old girl and replenished her supply of coal and whale oil for a cracking dive into actual sewing. I know! I found some tweed in the stash that I never thought I could wear in So Cal. but up here it's nice and temperate, for now. As I want to go a-travelling on a train in March, I though to cobble a suit from the stash. The red tweed was just enough for a skirt, I needed to find coordinating wool for a bodice. I tried all the usual places and found mostly coat weight wool, I even bought a yard which was much too dark and much too heavy (it makes a nice under-pad for the ironing board). I thought I might have luck at a thrift store...and DID!
|A light weight wool suit with a matching skirt that will live again as an 1880's bodice|
There is just enough, the sleeves will be in black velvet, a nice contrast. I wanted to incorporate the red in the skirt somehow and since I only had scraps left, it needed to be an accessory with a bit of pop, I though of the dashing sabretache that Hussars wear.
With pants so tight where does one keep ones phone?
|Waxed mustache, sabretache, cut a dash...Vogue.|
|It will keep all my important dispatches, a pinch of snuff, dueling scar paste and a phone.|
Since the tweed was so heavy I didn't flat line the skirt but made a cotton flannel petticoat to go under it with another thing I had in the stash that was too hot to use. Snugly.