So, part of my Need to Clean and Purge includes attacking the pile of mending and alterations that has been collecting in my studio. It's not going anywhere if I don't address it, right?
And it's largely stuff for me, which is fun.
Case in point, this pretty little vintage skirt. (The sweater is vintage + thrifted, too. However, the sleeve cuffs were too tight. I just snapped them off and now I can push the sleeves up. Much better.)
I bought the skirt years ago for $8 and loved it, but rarely ever wore it because of the length. It is A-line and cut on the bias, which are both universally flattering, even if you think oversized plaid isn't. But I totally had this Librarian thing going on.
I just insulted librarians.
I meant the matronly shhh-ing types.
I just insulted them again.
I hope you know what I mean.
It just wasn't working for me.
So, scissors, thread and about 25 minutes later....
I cut off about 6", hemmed it by hand -- such a nice touch on garments, don't you think? -- and used some of the extra fabric to make a detachable flower. I would never dare to wear this length without tights or leggings, but it's an acrylic woolish blend that needs leg wear anyway.
And now I love it.
And yes, those are The Boots I picked up in Seattle at a flea market. Where Jade was holding them up for me across the store and I could swear there was a gentle glow and a choir of angels. I had been looking for vintage Frye Campus Boots for two years.
And there they were. I quickly discarded the stack of olive green Texas-Ware I had been admiring and ran across the store in that underwater kind of haze you have in dream sequences.
She was saying 'size 6, right??!!' Yes, yes, yes!
And as I got there I saw that, yes, they were exactly what I had been searching for.
I'm not going to lie. It's ridiculous to get this excited about boots. And I'm pretty sure there is a Peter Cetera song that would aptly describe my joy at that moment. It was kismet, me and my found boots. All worn in and aged. Scuffed and softened and teeming with character.
I took them home and after a trip to the cobbler for new soles and a cleanup they are thrilled to be back in action. (If that is what you call the grocery store, library and dance class. )
And all we lived happily ever after.
Next up: Dottie'd up funeral wear. Happy weekending!