The floral fabric I used for this sleeveless version of the out of print Butterick 5678 was bought several years ago and made into a short skirt that - unfortunately - looked like a beach ball on my hips. I never wore it. It was immediately rolled up with the rest of the remnants and put back in stash for a remake.
Because the blouse pattern has princess seams with smaller pieces, it was easier to fit them onto the remnants but there was only enough fabric for the main pieces and not enough for sleeves or bias armhole binding so I decided to use a black for the binding and then I used it for the inner collar stand as well to help connect the solid black with the rest of the garment.
The top stitching was done in white because all along I thought the buttons and button holes would be white - until I made the sample and black was obviously so much better.
Above is the button hole stitched and below is the same buttonhole with the white space in the middle colored in with a black felt marker. It finished off the edges and makes for a cleaner look. Touching up with felt markers has become one of my "tricks of the trade".
I'm really pleased with how this sleeveless blouse turned out. It's a crisp cotton so I'll like it even better once it's been worn and softened a bit but I think it's going to be a very versatile top. Even though I'm sewing basic garments for the cruise collection, I'm still trying to stretch myself in new directions. Sleeveless is new. Floral is new. A woven blouse is new. And so is sewing an entire collection. It's fun to see it coming together.
My grateful today needs a little explaining. It's a shiny new (to us) car. My husband loves mechanics, music, computers, and motorcycles. For as long as I've known him, he's had at last one motorcycle. For his 50th birthday, I bought him a "crotch rocket" - built for speed. Due to his illness, he hasn't been able to ride it for the past year and a half and this weekend he made the decision to sell it. This is the equivalent of me selling my sewing machine. Tough. Thankfully, also on the weekend, he bought a sporty little car that the guys at his work say is just like the bike, too much machine for an "old man" like him. In other words, perfect. I hope it'll take some of the sting out of saying goodbye to his bike. The level of pain that he lives with each day reminds me to take care of - and be grateful for - my health. Pain is not for sissies.
Talk soon - Myrna
Grateful - a shiny new (to us) car.
Take chances, make mistakes. That's how you grow. Pain nourishes your courage. You have to fail in order to practice being brave.
- Mary Tyler Moore