I saw this photo on Sartorialist yesterday and thought (as I often do): Why not me?
Then it hit me:
Eureka -- I'd make myself a club-collared shirt! I had the pattern: McCalls 6890, a vintage mens shirt pattern from 1979. All I needed was the fabric.
I rushed to my local Salvation Army and picked up a lovely, creamy-white, all-cotton flat sheet, neatly folded and smelling of dryer sheets.
I was ready to roll.
As I was ironing it, however, I noticed something rather unfortunate. This sheet was...how to say it...not perfectly white.
Oh, heck, we're all adults here: This sheet had been well loved -- or rather, someone had been well loved on this sheet.
This sheet had a few other annoying (albeit less embarrassing) problems, like these:
I am nothing if not forgiving (we all have a few flaws, right?) and I managed to cut around most of the
I cut out my fabric -- strategically -- and got to work.
As of last night I had finished everything but the sleeves, hem, cuffs, and buttonholes.
I'm particularly proud of this:
The question of the moment is, will this shirt be ready to wear to lunch today with the Slapdash Sewist and her entourage? I have many other
A second question might be, if I do wear the shirt and Slappy's read my blog, will I be banished to the far corner of the room?
Consider this the first Male Pattern Boldness cliffhanger!
Honestly, readers, was I wrong to just work around those stains? It's not like the sheet hadn't been laundered; it was simply beyond laundry.
It HAD found its way to the thrift store, after all.
In your own words: