Time for something unrelated to lingerie projects! This past week was a gloriously lazy one. My better half was out of town for several days and told me to take some time off. I’m not the sort of person who gets nervous when there’s nothing to do, so I spent a massive part of those five days schlepping around in my bathrobe and keeping my laptop closed. No dogs no laundry no groceries and a lot of Netflix queue.
One of my few hikes out of the house was straight to Joann’s, precisely for this pattern, which I spent the weekend casually stitching here and there. This is the famous Rachel Comey “Navigator Top” that became a beloved sewing pattern, Vogue 1247. After seeing Sallie and Carolyn traipsing around in this beauty of a blouse I knew I had to have one myself. Wouldn’t you know it, I was in Joann’s the one time of year they weren’t having some mad coupon sale; I can’t remember the last time I bought one of these if ever at full price. But I just couldn’t wait…
And I was determined to finally cut into this beautiful feather print silk charmeuse I stashed away two years ago with no plans for it other than “billow-y summer top”.
And friends, we have not had a single day that’s felt like winter. The crickets are already singing. Today was 88, and the wind was perfect, the sun was perfect… so with just 45 minutes of light in the day to spare I leapt in the car to find the nearest open space to to take some photos–a neighborhood church parking lot. Nothing too exciting but it had a big wash of warm sunlight. Now I had 30 minutes left, and once I got out the tripod realized I forgot my remote!
So I called my husband. Honey? I have a huge favor to ask… could you pretty please bring my remote to me?
I should mention that he was out on his motorcycle during the riding equivalent of the golden hour. He was too sweet to do it but now I only had 10 minutes left. Which gave me about 30 photos, most of which turned into a slurry like this:
(Ignore the unfolding cuffs. I like kind of loosey floppy blouses.)
Or this, which is what he often calls my “getting Detroit about it” face. (He was telling me I had an ugly truck in the background, making for “bad art”.)
You get the picture. It’s going to be one of my favorite blouses! I love those radiating lines. This blouse is so loose that fit is sort of in the eye of the beholder, but I made a few adjustments to raise the bustline and take out some volume in that area. Sewing-wise, it was fairly easy going. Am I allowed to say I love sewing French seams? This pattern uses them for every seam, and even if it didn’t suggest them I would’ve gone for this finish–I can’t imagine any other seaming in such a lightweight silk. The hardest part is that tricksy intersection of four seams right below the waist. Or maybe the hardest part was that rolled hem. Sewing this one was akin to sewing on a roller coaster– a curvy shirttail hem in a slippery fabric. I’m half tempted to unpick and start all over. I just cannot abide crappy hems.
Oh, and I accidentally understitched the sleeve facing to the right side rather than the underside. Hmmm, all that lazy schlepping must have taken its toll. No one will notice but me. ♥