My first weskit; my first swing coat’s second chance.
Years ago, after I had my daughter, I felt like I was drifting. Uncertain of myself. The winter after I had my Lila, I was cold. And kind of fat (for me). None of my warm jackets fit. Not being able to fit into “my” clothes upset me deeply.
I remember snapping one day and leaving my small baby at home with my husband, determined to scour the shops to find a decent little jacket. When you move countries, its hard to know where to shop. Back then, I wasn’t the sewist I am today. This sang to me from the rack, I absolutely adored the fabric and felt pretty wearing it. Thank you, jacket, for the moment of shangri-la. Eventually I outgrew (if that’s the right term) my lovely little swing jacket that skimmed the wobblies on my new-mommy body. I dissected her a year and a day ago with the idea of fashioning the fabric into a weskit; she sat on my work table since then.
With the return of chilly weather, I cast around for weskit designs I could use to re-fashion her, settling on an early to mid-50’s (correct me if I’m wrong) weskit pattern:
I drafted the red one from my basic block, then tried to make my pattern pieces fit the jacket pieces. They didn’t. I improvised.
Front. I made every part fit except the arm hole, but arm holes are fluid entities on a sleeveless garment. I had a similar problem with the back.
I cut the back lining first, then had to sacrifice part of the back arm hole and sleeve seam on the exterior. So I laid the exterior on top of the lining and trimmed. Not elegant perhaps, but it got the job done.
I used 1/2″ sew-through boning on the side seams. Note the rounded ends.
I thought next time I’d opt for a slightly longer weskit.
Persephone lives again, I can’t convince my Northern Hemisphere brain that it’s actually Autumn. So this is the Persephone Weskit. Photos at dusk create funny colors, but I rather like it.
I know I haven’t posted much lately. I won’t lie- I felt flat. Not depressed exactly, just flat. My husband always tells me to write for myself, and I really didn’t want to create more chatter about sewing. I teach sewing, I spend 20-30+ hours a week sewing, I write extensive notes for class, I read sewing blogs and I write a sewing blog. I suppose it’s natural that every now and then I’d feel the urge to do nothing with my free time but sit around watching Period Dramas (Try Upstairs Downstairs, Daphne, South Riding and Cruel Beauty). When I don’t post, that’s where I am.