Then this duster, same pattern, finished earlier in the week. It nearly drove me nuts: cotton rayon velvet fabric I found in the storage building, in the bin marked, duh, Velvet, and orange silk rayon velvet (I dyed it long ago) cut into bias strips and folded once (and ironed and rolled to set the fold) for the binding. I used a ton of pins, and it still crawled. I resorted to using a glue stick in some places just to hold it steady long enough to get it stitched. It doesn't really matter because I don't plan on making a lot of stuff out of velvet, although I might someday make one more, this time out of all silk/rayon. Not any time soon, though. I've got this and also a silk/rayon velvet Magnolia Pearl duster, given to me by Robin when we went down to meet them for the interview. So I'm pretty well covered with the velvet dusters.
What I love about this one is the bottom edge, which is a lot of fun to wear. Well, I haven't actually worn it yet, but it's fun to put on and twirl around in. It's 82 degrees here, hardly velvet duster weather. But I think it's going to get cooler this week, so maybe~~
This is how I stitched the dangling ends of the binding. I can always remove them if they bug me. Right now, though, they're my favorite part.
So that's what I've done this week, along with giving away more stuff and preparing to give away even more: I've got 10 more garments, things that I thought I'd keep forever, ready to box up and send to Wendy. Yes, it feels fabulous. When I get finished with this part of the journey, I plan to take photos of my two closets. The hangers are—gasp!—not even touching! Since y'all didn't see my closets before this began, it isn't that big a deal, maybe. But to me? Not being able to see what was in there for decades? And having "off-season" clothes all out in the storage building and STILL not being able to see what was in the closets? It's amazing. Really, totally amazing. And I'm not done yet~~
The very most exciting part: as I get rid of more and more, an increasingly higher percentage of what's left is stuff I made from "patterns" I created just for me. My only regret is that I didn't start this decades ago. But it's only a tiny, tiny regret: I'm just now old enough to fully appreciate the adventure.
Thanks for coming by—now back to the cutting table to use up some more of that sale linen. Woot~~