Spring-like, I mean.
This is BWOF 2/2007 #113, which I made and reviewed before, back in January, 2008. Another pattern I made sufficiently long ago that I barely remembered it. Though I do wear the skirt pretty frequently; I guess I just don't notice the details.
I bought this fabric some time last year, in a little store on 40th Street in NYC. I don't remember the name of the store, just that I got snagged window shopping by this really aggressive blonde Russian woman, who dragged me in and started hurling bolts of fabric off the shelf that "suited" me. None of which did, oddly enough. Even a stopped clock is right twice a day.
This is what I found that did suit me. She tried to tell me it didn't work with my skin tone (and she might be right), but I also always knew it was going to be a skirt, so it didn't really matter.
Light cotton batiste, almost no weight at all to the fabric. $6 per yard. And it's by . . . wait for it . . . Betsey Johnson. A little restrained for her, maybe, but I liked it.
I've been holding onto it until I found a fabric where I could use the print on both the straight grain and bias, and after the festival of gray on Saturday, I went in and dumped out all my skirt patterns to find something for this. And it turns out I had something, which was even better - I didn't really feel like tracing, although I would have if the right pattern hadn't already been waiting.
Like the striped top, this took next to no time. I skipped a few steps from the original - I omitted the waistband, which was always a little binding, and just lined the skirt up to the waist and topstitched. If you only take the easy way out once in a while, the sewing gods won't get you. Hopefully.
And this is how the skirt is being worn to work tomorrow. I braved my least favorite store on the planet last week - H&M - because I wanted a couple of lightweight cardigans to combat the air conditioning in my office. I knew they'd have a good selection of colors, and the price would be okay. I just had to get over the fact that I have to buy a larger size in that store than I wear in sewing patterns. I'm a RTW 8, a 12 in the Big 4, and at H&M, I'm a 14.
Obviously a real size 14 can't shop in there. I felt like all the skinny, black-clad salespeople were pointing and snickering, "Look, dumpy 40-something trying to buy cool clothes." It's the only store that makes me feel lumpy and dumpy and 40-something. If they didn't serve an occasional very specific purpose in my life, I'd never set foot through the door.