The Johnny Was Blouse

I showed you this one:

Trish gave it to me because it had a rip in it--I found it on a hanger, hastily tossed and falling off. I think someone tried it on, ripped it, threw back on the hanger and fled. I demurred when she offered it--I don't Do Blouses. Plus it was stark white. But I love rayon and knew it would dye fabulously, so I brought it home and dyed it.

Then I got some hot pink rayon thread and a little patch of silk and mended it. I didn't want a Real Mending Job--I can do invisible mending, but what's the fun in that?

 The outside, with the patch.

The inside. Click to enlarge.

Then I had some hot pink beads, so I just kept going. I don't know how I'll wear it--blouses are just so not me. I thought of cutting it into a shrug, but that was too much effort for something (I had "someone"--I swear I have relationships with these clothes) I don't absolutely love. I may wear it over a tank in the spring/fall (summer weather to most of the rest of y'all). Who knows? I love the way it turned out, though.

 I beaded the ruffles and the flowers on the fabric.

 I think if you enlarge this you might be able to see the stitched flower-ish things 

that I beaded a little.