1. A Sweater Skirt
So after posting that video yesterday, I decided to try my hand at making a men's V-neck cardigan (deemed too large for Curtis) into a skirt. I really should have taken a picture of the cardigan first, but I forgot.
This is the glory of being 5 feet tall. What would make a mini-skirt on most people is a respectable just-above-the-knee-length on me.
The waistband is made out of the sleeves. I took in the sides at the waist and added darts. It's still a bit too big, though. I might add some elastic to the waistband. Right now it closes with a heavy snap that pulls a little.
It's not the most flattering skirt in the world, but knit skirts rarely are on me. Also, I'm wrapping horizontal stripes around my thighs. Clingy horizontal stripes! It would have been better if the sweater was wide enough to make it an A-line skirt.
Nevertheless, I'm quite pleased with it. My new sewing machine handles knit fabrics well, and I'm pleased that I can make something that looks convincingly skirt-like. It doesn't really look like it used to be a sweater, does it? I might hunt down another men's cardigan just so I can perfect the technique.
2. A personal digression:
The buttons on the front of this skirt make me think of the late '90s, and all the short A-line minis I used to wear in highschool. They were all made from fairly heavy fabrics, like fun fur and corduroy, and I wore them with huge platform shoes. Essentially, I wanted to be a Spice Girl. Once, some anonymous person pasted this photo of Ginger Spice on my locker:
Which may have been an insult, but I couldn't take it that way! The photo came from a recent issue of Rolling Stone--an issue I had bought because the Spice Girls were in it. (I remember carrying it face-down in front of my parents because the cover--specifically Geri Halliwell's corset--embarrassed me.) I loved Ginger Spice's red hair and red boots in that photo. I loved the Union Jack dress, too, though I would have loved it more if it had covered her crotch. Standing at my locker, I felt more confused than hurt. If someone wanted to compare me to Geri's pale-thighed sexiness, that was a compliment. Clearly that was the look I was going for, and I should probably thank them for noticing.
I liked Geri's style, but her blatant sexuality made me uncomfortable. In every group photo of the Spice Girls, she was always the one wearing the least. This seems quite funny to think about now, in the heady days of Lady Gaga and her lack of pants. Take, for example, the Rolling Stone cover that I hid from my mom in 1997:
Fleshy, yes, but a good deal more covered up than Lady Gaga on this month's issue of the same magazine:
Geri's tarty clothes and poses unnerved me, probably because I identified with her look so strongly. By the time Spice World was released in 1997, my best friend Crystle and I had grown to loathe her as the trashy one--only to turn around and miss her keenly when she left the group in 1998.
Oh wow, I have whipped myself into a frenzy of nostalgia. It's time to watch the video for "Stop" and read all the Spin Magazines from 1997 (especially "the Girl Issue" ) on Google books!
One final note that ties this whole post together: Geri's Union Jack micro-mini was reportedly made from a patterned tea-towel sewn to a black Gucci dress. Re-purposing is clearly an idea I've always enjoyed.