This blouse should be lounging decoratively on the left bank sipping black coffee and oozing cogito ergo sum with a fascinated philosopy student or three, or lounging indecorously as the fleur du mal of a besotted poet quaffing absinthe at the next table. Or maybe strolling along the waterside beside a captivated millionaire, the setting sun infusing his yacht with a golden glow. If they were me in a previous life, I seriously put the kybosh on my karma. Pushing a trolley round Lidl, or nursing a polystyrene cup in the garage waiting for the bad news on the clutch isn’t this blouse’s natural environment. I need practical tops that look more like this.
So of course, I bought the Vogue, cut the fabric, made it up in 2011. Review here .
The neckline turned out dangerously low, even with maximum hike up from the seam allowance and sacrificing some shoulder. Beaudelaire was prosecuted, along with his publisher, ” as an outrage aux bonnes mœurs (trans. “an insult to public decency”) “, and fined 300 francs. (Wikipedia). If I lean forward in this blouse, public decency gets insulted again.
Standing upright, its still a great garment, if not really very useful. I, and several other reviewers recommended it, I was asked to make it up for someone else. I got this far
before she lost weight and interest. A couple of months back I rashly deemed 2012 the year of the UFO. I’d like to finish it, being rather proud of the wibbly wobbly pin tucks I put in the front with a twin needle. I cut away part of the double layered fronts these are worked on. Against a window with a light behind it looks like this.