When I found this dress at the thrift store last month, I snatched it up with no hesitation.
I liked a lot of things about the dress: the colors, the stripes, the buttons, the pockets, the shape of the skirt. However, I don’t usually do maxi length dresses or skirts. They tend to make me look extra short. As I was going through my wardrobe in preparation for Me-Made-May, I discovered that I really need more separates. I especially don’t have very many skirts. So, I decided to make a skirt.
This was an easy peasy reconstruction. Here are the deets:
I don’t know why, but I’m missing a picture for the next step. I turned the waistband in (wrong sides together), and pinned the bottom edge of the waistband to the waist of the skirt (right sides together). I was careful to leave the bottom edge of the waistband facing free. Once I stitched the bottom edge of the waistband to the skirt from front edge to front edge, I trimmed the seam allowances and pressed the seam allowances up.
I sewed a vertical buttonhole on the right front edge of the waistband, matching it up with the buttonholes down the rest of the skirt. To complete the waistband, I stitched a button to the left front edge of the waistband. I used one of the buttons from the left-over skirt material.
Finally, I hemmed the bottom of the skirt. I did a rolled hem on my serger, as it looked really nice with this fabric.
I should have made my buttonhole a bit smaller; I didn’t account for how much it might stretch. Everything about the waistband matched up perfectly at the beginning of the day. Oh well! I’m sure some washing, drying and ironing will do the trick.
I received several compliments on my outfit the day that I wore this skirt. That always brightens my day.
It was such a beautiful evening when I took these pictures. Alex and Newton went out on the deck at one point, so I took some pictures of them.
Newton just looks pissed off in most of these pictures. He really doesn’t like getting his picture taken. He usually tries to turn away from the camera. I think he’s afraid of getting his soul stolen, or something.
I had to take some pictures with the Newt, too.
He loves people, most of the time. But some of the time, he acts like a cat, and he couldn’t be bothered with us or with the antics we get up to.
Sometimes, I think I’m the victim of unrequited love. He’ll try his hardest to ignore me. At times, he seems downright disgusted with me. At night, if I’m being too loud and he’s in his bed trying to sleep, he throws mini tantrums. He’ll sigh louder than I’ve ever heard a dog sigh and he’ll throw himself down facing the wall, refusing to look at us no matter how much we talk to him.
He has a lot of little quirks, but they make him even more lovable. Our life wouldn’t be anywhere near as fun without him around. How could you not love that cute little face?