You see this skirt, you guys? This skirt that was once a whole lot longer than it is now? Totally took that hem up all by myself. Like a BOSS.
And I mean, OK, to those of you who’ve made your entire wardrobes by hand, using nothing but a pile of old curtains left over from the war, this is a very small achievement indeed. In fact, you’re probably rolling your eyes at me right now and going, “Oh, bless her heart, she’s getting all grown up! She’ll be dressing herself before we know it!” The thing is, though, I’m not “handy”. Or, indeed, “crafty”. (In either sense of that word.) And I’ve never been good at sewing: mostly because I’ve never been interested enough to try. In high school, all of my report cards described me as a “conscientious student”, but the one class I ever came close to failing was Home Ec, particularly the sewing module. It just bored me rigid, to the extent that the teacher used to have to take the assigned sewing off me at the end of every class, unpick it and then do it herself. She would do this while scolding me and telling me I would never find a decent husband*, for what man would want a wife who couldn’t sew? (“That’s nothing,” I would reply, “Wait until you see how bad I am at baking!”) So it was fun for both of us. Yes.
Anyway, I still don’t have a whole lot of interest in sewing, but I DO like my clothes to fit me properly, and the fact is that most of them don’t: or at least, not when I buy them. So many of the things I wear have been altered in some way by my poor mum that it was getting quite embarrassing, so I decided to give this hem a go myself. You know, like a proper, functioning, adult? Now, I can’t claim I did a great job of it: if you were to look underneath that skirt, you’d probably just laugh at it, but then again, if you looked up my skirt, I’d call the police and have you arrested, so my poor stitching would be the least of your worries, seriously.
Since I did this, however, I’ve taken instruction from my mum, and have attempted a couple of other little alterations, and I’m already getting much better at it: so much so that I’m even thinking of getting my sewing machine down from the attic and seeing if I can finally master the art of threading the thing. (WHO AM I? WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO ME?) Don’t get too excited here: I’m not going to start making my own clothes or anything, because any time I think about doing things like that I get bored, and the next thing I know, I’m hitting up ASOS again, but it’s definitely handy to know how to make minor alterations, so if I can learn how to do that, I’ll be happy. And I have to admit, it’s been quite satisfying, sewing away by candlelight, like the heroine in a Jane Austen novel (“Why don’t you just put the light on?” said Terry. “Please tell me you’re not pretending to be in a Jane Austen novel again…”), and only very occasionally sticking the needle into my own hand.
Back to the skirt, which, as you can see, I wore with yet another bardot-style top. I wore this outfit on Sunday, to an Easter party at Terry’s brother’s place, and although it was nice and sunny, it was also pretty windy (hence the windswept look of these photos), so I was glad of the thick cardigan I also had with me. See, I AM learning how to dress myself…
*She totally didn’t say that about the husband. I could tell she was thinking it, though.
[Wearing: Nicholas skirt (sold out) // H&M top // Zara shoes]