I hate the Bum Flap even more than I did before, though, so something's going to have to be done there.
But never mind all that: today's all about Version 2.0. For this one, I had some things I wanted to try.
Someone suggested, very correctly, I think, that having two back pieces would create visual interest and texture, but that's not what I want in a garment: I want a blank canvas everywhere that's possible so I can do other stuff. So a plain solid back is really good for me. If I wanted something else, I might try some faux darts at some point.
I lengthened the sleeves, and they're long enough to look like the ones in the pattern photo. They hit about knuckle length, which is cool but doesn't really matter because I always have to roll up my sleeves to keep them out of the way.
I tweaked the pockets a little:
Then I wanted to try to get rid of the collar, so I sewed it on the outside and turned it to the inside and topstitched, like a facing rather than a collar. That worked, too,
While it's far from perfect, the finished-ness of it would, I think, please even my mother, who was beyond picky about sewing. I kept thinking that as I finished these seams: that even my mother, who was never impressed with my sewing, would approve of this, never mind my wavery seams and stuff.
I do not like tailored, though. I'm not a tailored kind of person. I like funky, but there's something in me that's always battling: my love of funky and some deep-seated desire to make things look Finished, as opposed to sloppily done. Raw edges are wonderful, but somehow I always think of them as being lazy. You know, like hems held up with Heat 'n' Bond instead of sewing, or appliqués fused in place with no stitching, or fabric glue used instead of needle and thread.
So those two parts of me are always at war. I do not EVER sit down to make Something That Would Please My Mother, not consciously, because, gee: my mother is dead, we didn't have the same taste, and what on earth would that possibly matter at this point? So when that pops into my head—that even my mother would be pleased—it's all like Holy shit! in there, and I have to step back and see what's going on in my head. In this case, it seems to have been all about proving (to myself, I hope) that I could take a pattern that gave me problems and Fix It. Oh, yeah: Fixing Stuff is what my brain loves to do.
Anyway, enough of this soul-searching crap. Who cares, right? What I had to do was to figure out where I wanted to go with this hybrid, this top-stitched-nicely-seamed-raw-edged jacket that I can't wait to wear. And I think I've got it, by jove. I've got to go do a ton of prepwork for the next part, which is all hand stitching from here on out. Yay for that.
So even though it's far from being finished, I wanted to show you what I've done on this one and kind of tell about the thought process, because there's a lot of that that goes on when you're working on something all by yourself in complete silence, kind of feeling your way along and wondering where it's going to end up. And, as always, I hope what you get out of this is simply this: if I can do it, you can do it. Almost anything is possible, even if you have to feel your way along in the dark. If you take what feels like a wrong turn, you stop and look around and find a path that looks promising and try it. None of this stuff is rocket science, and I'm no expert about ANY of it. My only sewing class was in 7th grade home ec., and I've never taken a workshop or lessons or anything. Seriously: if you want to do something, anything, you just start out simply and see where you can go. I still think someday I'm going to make a wooden sewing table. I know beyond nothing about woodworking, but why not? Why not? That's after I teach myself how to spin using the fabulous drop spindle I was given recently. Oh: and make a loom to weave a scarf before it gets cold.
But first? More jackets! Yay!!
I'll try to finish this asap so I can show you and, I hope, motivate someone else to get the pattern and give it a try. I'm loving the adventure, absolutely.
P.S. Huge thanks to every one of y'all who's been holding my hand along the way. Y'all are fabulous! XOXO