We felled a Mimosa tree. And it was HOT. Very hot to be wielding power tools and nimbly dodging falling branches in heavy weight jeans. Our patch, on a good day, is like the Garden of Eden. That picture, elephants in the jungle, I wasn’t kidding. There are parts I haven’t ventured into in several years. Not even armed with a chainsaw and strimmer. Eden like, we seem to be playing host to an increasing number of quite large snakes, occasionally uncovered while ‘gardening’. Tough footwear essential.
Hot, sweaty work then. When we called a halt, I was happy to slip into the first airy dress in sight, which happened to be this one, screwed up in a heap on the sewing room floor, waiting to be recycled into half scale toiles for Japanese magic. I never really took to it after I stitched it, back in February, for the Red Dress PR contest. The memory of thread nests, drastic pattern re jigging and shivering in the weak February sun, pretending it was hot enough for the photos was too keen. Who was I kidding, holiday dress?
But on death row in the sewing room, my red dress had reformed its evil ways and begged forgiveness. I loved it as soon as I pulled it on, cool, relaxed, comfy. Only I should have figured out a lining. The top is thick enough to cover the essentials without any help, but the skirt, with the sun behind it ……
This morning I whizzed up a half slip from three quarters of a yard of the same red stuff. So happy I sew. It took, literally fifteen minutes. Measure hips, measure length, cut rectangle, sew back seam. Sew large curved darts at the sides to bring the waist in, judging length and width by eye, and four more smaller darts, two front and back, by eye again. Hem, stitch elastic round waist. It would have taken longer to find a red slip on l’internet, not to mention probably having to shorten it when ever it arrived. I’m wearing the ensemble now, black keks with dubious slogans not showing through. How do people who can’t sew survive?
After this was complete, I had a thought, maybe a brainwave. If you are making a straight skirted dress like this one, out of a lightweight jersey, couldn’t you make the skirt part double the finished length, put elastic at the bottom edge and have the hem as the halfway fold, unstitched? Has anyone tried this? I mean, you would pull the dress on, pull the elastic up to your waist, and then let the skirt fall. You wouldn’t have a difficult hem stitching problem, no sweat finding a lining fabric which was a decent match, and the top could be unlined. Is it a brilliant idea or idiotic? I can’t decide.
Still got a heap of Mimosa debris the size of a retirement bungalow to carve up and shift. I think I know why Eve bit into that apple. She was hoping to swap for a nice little flat with a sunny balcony and a couple of pot plants.