Perhaps the thread that I used was an omen. The A-line skirt was doomed to tough times. It wasn’t going to come together easily. Austerity would be required.
After cutting out the wrong size and then attempting to take the side seams in I have finally come to the conclusion that in it’s current form this A-line skirt is not to be. Not now anyway. As it is, or should I write was because it is now in pieces, it was making my arse look like an oversized triangle. Fine if I was some sort of eccentric comic character with a pointy nose and my hair tightly tied in a bun… but I’m not so it wasn’t – fine that is.
The pieces are now in a bag, stuffed in the cupboard. They will be retrieved when I’m not so made at them… because frankly I’m a little bit angry that the great vision and dreams I had for this skirt didn’t come to fruition. When I make peace the pieces will be retrieved and they will in one way or another become an A-line denim skirt. Just not now.
The day wasn’t all destruction though. I finally tackled the washing basket for of jeans waiting to be hemmed. I have this awful habit of buying all my jeans at the same time… which means that they all tend to fall apart at the same time and there the vicious cycle continues as I trek out and buy more again. I just snapped up four pairs at the stocktake sales… but this time I have put a reminder in my phone to look for more in another twelve months to try and stagger the wearing out phase.