Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back, always ineffectiveness. Concerning all acts of initiative (and creation), there is one elementary truth, the ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans: that the moment one definitely commits oneself, then Providence moves too. All sorts of things occur to help one that would never otherwise have occurred. A whole stream of events issues from the decision, raising in one's favour all manner of unforeseen incidents and meetings and material assistance, which no man could have dreamt would have come his way. - W.H. Murray
Do you remember in April when I posted Painting & Grubby, Smaller Sizes, Fancy & Rarely Worn and itemized the forty-six garments in my closet? Forty-six is a minimalistic wardrobe. You could have said I had nothing to wear back then and apparently I wasn't too productive this spring and summer (which I knew but...) because since then I've added less than half a dozen items and yesterday...
... I weeded out a whole bunch of what was left into six piles. Back left to right are Give to Friends, Send to Second Hand, and Summer Wear and front left to right are Recycle, Too Small, and Now Pajama Tops. Of what's left in the closet, there are several t-shirts and tops that are either showing considerably wear and need to be replaced as soon as possible or I've worn them so long and so often that I'm tired of them or they're a style that's suddenly not me anymore only I can't get rid of them yet unless I'm willing to join a nudist colony and it's too cold here for that - LOL.
What happened? To me Providence = God and he has a really weird sense of humour because now I truly have (virtually) nothing to wear and I think it has to do with two things, the first of which is identifying that block last week. It would appear that whatever it was that caused my wardrobe to suddenly all wear out at once is some form of God giving me a way to keep pushing through and avoid intimidation, to not over-think, and to have a purpose for producing. I'm clearly focused on simple and done because I absolutely need more clothes.
The other reason I've been told - by my friends who are fifty - is my age and if you're in your fifties, you probably get what I'm talking about. I thought turning forty was empowering but turning fifty is so much more so. I'm done with being nice and playing it safe and sucking it up and make do and doing without and... and... and.. and if you're fifty you also know that what I'm talking about is not as hard and as blunt as it sounds because life is full of compromises but within those parameters its taken a shift. This is MY time and I'm ready for bold, beautiful, outrageous and all sorts of other fabulous female things which - VBG - apparently ...
...includes skirts. I seem to have become a skirt person. I think that's partly because skirts were easier to buy than pants before I returned to sewing and now they're easier to sew and fit but I also think it's because I like the feminine feel of dresses and skirts and I like getting dressed for the day as opposed to slumping around in jeans. Before this latest closet purge, I had a lot of skirts and post purge, I still have six - one favourite, two that emerged from the too small box and now fit ( yeah ) again, and the three new ones sewn this week including Vogue 8603 out of a stretch denim, the fabric factor of which...
... allowed me to sew the side seams at 1" instead of 5/8". That's one thing I've learned in the last few years - that the size you cut out is just a starting point and you'll need to fine tune from there based on style lines, preferred fit, and fabric factor. This is good learning.
So is the fact that I'm the only one climbing inside my clothes and while neat is important, picture perfect is not. I've known this for a while but I'm starting to see neat in new ways like with the waistband. It's supposed to be faced only I'm both short and narrow waisted with curvy hips. WHY would I add a facing = extra bulk ? ? ? especially when the waist was already smooth and well fitted.
I didn't. I turned under the 5/8" seam allowance then top stitched the "facing" in place. Neat. Clean. Well pressed. Minimal bulk. Good. Enough.
AND... I made permanent decisions. For the last few years, I've been finishing the front and the back of my skirts and pants separately and then seaming them together at the side so I could easily adjust for weight fluctuations. Before, that felt smart, like being prepared and planning ahead. Now, it feels like fear of fluctuation or lack or something really not good and definitely not bold, beautiful, and outrageous so I turned and stitched the hem all the way around and turned and stitched the facing all away around and if I change sizes, oh well. I'll sew a new skirt. YES YES YES YES YES YES YES ! ! ! ! ! !
AND... I'm getting tired of saying that Millicent is smaller than me, except she is. This skirt would show a lot better if it was actually on the size of body it was sewn for which is just over the edge of Millicent's adjustment range so as soon as I can afford it, I'm ordering a new dress form. I certainly won't mind having two. I know I could pad her up but padding is a pain with weight fluctuations. Dialing up or down is so much better.
With six skirts in the wardrobe, tops are next. I haven't made any decisions yet other than simple and done which means that the more creative, curvy line adventures will have to wait until a solid base wardrobe is in place. And they will. I have ideas.
Talk soon - Myrna
Grateful - six skirts