Towards the end of spring as I was beginning to finally smell the wafting freedom associated with graduation, I purchased a skirt on ebay. This skirt, or really a petticoat, was beautiful- elaborate embroidery, net lace, just amazing. That, coupled with the price ($10) seemed to have thoroughly distracted me from the piece's waistband. Upon finally getting in my hands months later (it arrived after I left for Japan), my newly sharpened vintage senses were completely dashed to a million pieces when I spotted the following.....
......snaps? SNAPS?!!
But really, one of the things that hurt the most was this:
WHO would do this to a 100 year old piece of clothing? And not just a piece of clothing, but a work of art! LOOK at the embroidery done on this skirt- this took hours, by hand!
Angry, and with a vengeance, I spent the next 8 1/2 hours ripping all of those traitorous seams out of it. All of them. I became a pro at seam ripping. I didn't even eat dinner. I was excessively careful of the original machine stitching which still existed at the seams and in the last remaining dart. Ohhh the darts. The darts. The darts are a tragedy I'll save for the next post. In the mean time.....
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| Just pretend the red is fire. Or blood. Either is fine. |
This side quest will have to put further progress on "The American Dressmaker" lessons on hold for a little while. This petticoat is crying out for blood, and I'll do what I can for it.
p.s.: sorry for the tiny pictures, but blogger has a coronary every time I use something over 300px. I might have to move house if this keeps up....
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