Most of all, I love finding dresses that, as dresses, kind of suck, and then turning them into dusters that are funky and cool. Like this one I finished this morning. It's a Bodil dress, and I love Bodil, but this was a mess of a dress. It had been in the shop for, I think, over a year. I tried it on once, and I grimaced. What were they thinking? It was a pale, pale green. It had belt loops and a wide tie belt around the waist. The sleeves were gathered at the bottom and had a band sewn on. It was a hideous dress. But then, this last trip, I realized that a hideous dress could become a groovy duster to wear over jeans or another dress or leggings, or a skirt or, well, pretty much anything. Because it had been there, hanging around looking ugly, for so long, I got a really great deal on it (like maybe $10, I think). And I brought it home, washed it, dyed it, and did this:
I took off the belt loops (before dyeing, so there wouldn't be lighter spots where they'd been sewn) and cut off the cuff-things on the sleeves and cut the sleeves evenly and hemmed them, Dusters demand rolled up sleeves, so that part doesn't matter as long as it's hemmed.
I topstitched the tops of all the pockets:
Now I've got a dark grey linen jacket to appliqué with wool felt: I've cut out the appliqué and pinned it in place, and this morning I hope to get it stitched on and then find (in my stash) some coordinating buttons and replace those. See how cleverly I tell you these things, forcing myself (theoretically) into accountability?
Yeah. Right. I'd better get cracking. . . .,