I do.
It is February 2nd. Groundhog Day. Winter in this hemisphere, and winter means winter sewing--usually. Corduroy pants, maybe, skirts that can be worn with tights, jackets, long-sleeved t-shirts. Or we dig out our knitting needles to make something warm with wool.
This is the practical stuff to make when the thermometer doesn't often hover above freezing. And I love making it. When I've just successfully sewn a zipper fly on a pair of pants, I feel like I belong to some secret club. Maybe someday I'll join the bound buttonhole and welt pocket secret clubs, too. The tailoring secret club. The drafting a jeans pattern club.
But something sneaks up on me, too, no matter how gratifying a zipper fly is--an itch for the airy clothes. So I troll through my photos, looking at the clothes I made last summer, and that is my balm until the warm breezes arrive.
Below are two pieces I designed for myself in August--a denim jumper and a sleeveless blouse made from a very soft, drapey quilting cotton.
Peace out.
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