Jul 31, 2014
Look, everybody, my garbage-find artwork is now hanging on the wall -- I was even inspired to declutter the surface of my credenza!
Michael and I decided the painting looked better there than above the sofa. I'll have to find another painting in the trash for that wall.
In other news, I realized today what the wool challis print I bought yesterday reminds me of...
Yes, that much-maligned, iconic Seventies garment: the nylon disco shirt! Let's take a walk down memory lane -- or rather, boogie on down it -- shall we?
Having been a teen in the Seventies, I remember these shirts all too well. They were always slinky, always stinky, and absolutely everywhere. I never owned one, but I will confess to possessing a pale blue, short-sleeve Qiana number, purchased in 1976 to take on a glee club trip, that was just as synthetic (as in, 100%).
How am I going to prevent my wool challis shirt from turning me into Tony Manero? Note to self: do not wear with white polyester suit.
Anyway, I hand-washed and pressed my fabric, so I'm ready to start cutting.
With the help of MPB reader Michael C., I was able to identify design motifs in the challis taken from 19th Century Czech illustrator Alphonse Mucha. Pretty cool, no?
That woman's face is just one of the bold designs in the print. There are so many...too many?
And yet I still find this fabric very appealing; I don't regret my purchase -- yet.
Plus, I'm excited to be working with wool again. But I'm hoping against hope I can create a garment that doesn't scream, Burn, baby, burn, disco inferno.
In closing, did you ever own a graphic nylon disco shirt in the 70's -- or perhaps date somebody who did? Do you like the look of them?
It's all confidential here at MPB!
(Whatever happened to Donna Pescow? Loved her on Angie!)