I wasn't feeling much like sewing yesterday so I decided I'd do some ironing instead. I started with the vintage cotton floral fabric, freshly laundered, that I intended to use (eventually) to make Michael a shirt, most likely from Butterick 3995, one of the patterns I featured yesterday.
With Thanksgiving behind us,we can finally catch our breath here at MPB before the true holiday madness begins. In the interim, why don't we take a few moments to catch up on where we've been and perhaps think about where we're going.
Readers, is there any question that big shoulders ruled in the early Nineteen-Forties? It wasn't just a Joan Crawford thing, but she was definitely ahead of the trend. Apparently her shoulders were already so broad that MGM costume designer Adrian decided he would exaggerate them further rather than try to disguise them. After wire hangers, aren't big shoulders what Joan is best remembered for?
Readers, having recently put the finishing touches on my 1944 misses' jumper -- which evidently stirs up unpleasant young Jane Eyre at Lowood charity school-type memories for a number of you -- I am now ready to get started on the most challenging and exciting of my three 1944 garments, the vintage Butterick topper.
Friends, at long last, I have finished the jumper...I think. This garment was a major pain, primarily because the fabric is unstable, and let's face it, I'm not terribly stable myself. It's also a plaid.
As if this week didn't have enough excitement, I was thrilled to attend the BurdaStyle Sewing Handbookbook launch event on Thursday night and, trust me, that sombrero was their idea and don't even mention the scissors.
Readers, thank you for your tremendous response to yesterday's post about my tour of The McCall Pattern Company. I just know we're going to see this office turned into a live-action, Pirates of the Caribbean-style indoor cruise attraction. But please, don't throw nuts at the seamstresses; it makes them sick.
Friends, I hate to share fabric-related unpleasantness so early in the week, but not everything in life can be silk and cashmere. Or 100% wool. I can't remember what the sales clerk at Nahir, at 242 West 39th St., told me about this fabric. I think I knew it wasn't 100% wool. I'm just not sure I knew it was 0% wool.
Readers of a certain age, do you remember the Gap? I don't mean Gap, Inc., the once popular, now stuggling clothing chain, though there is a connection (keep reading). I'm talking about The Generation Gap, and its impact on style.
Friends, have you ever made your own shoulder pads? I have, and while it's not difficult, who wants to bother? Well, after picking up a pair of Dritz pads for $5.49 at Fashion Design Books on 27th Street, I think I'm going to go back to making my own.
Readers, I wasn't going to write about my 1944 blouse project again today, but I felt it my duty to share a few important truths about this synthetic fabric, perhaps to spare you some unnecessary headaches down the line.
Readers, one of the best things about giving yourself permission to change your mind is that you're also allowed to change your mind back again, with the end result being like you'd never changed your mind in the first place. Do you know what I mean?
Friends, I believe, when choosing between two paths, always to choose the one that really excites you in the moment. Hence, yesterday, I put aside my two yards of polka dot poly charmeuse (more about that later) and made a beeline for Wigs & Plus at 152 West 32nd St. Kind of has a nice ring to it, don't you think, Wigs & Plus?
I'm a native New Yorker and self-taught sewing fanatic! I started sewing in 2009 and today make all my own clothes using mostly vintage patterns and vintage sewing machines. Welcome to the warm and whimsical world of Male Pattern Boldness, where the conversation is sewing, style, fashion, fabric, and more!