Apologies for the incomplete post last night. I discovered that blogging while supervising a painting toddler results in posts with pictures missing and black paint (thankfully washable) splattered all over the dining room wall.
It’s actually a bit cool in the mornings now in Atlanta! I still couldn’t talk myself into truly needing a blazer, but that weather will be here soon. In preparation, I took care of some pilling on a couple of cool weather blazers. And my winter weather pants came back from the tailor! (I realize in looking back on my preview post that it may not have been clear that I was having the legs tapered on the pants on hangers – I was on my way out the door for some much needed vacation. Also, take a look at the updated version to see the items that did not make it into last week’s wardrobe preview due to technical difficulties.)
And now, shaving my blazers. Continue reading “Shaving My Blazers and Other Fall Wardrobe Maintenance” →
What do you do when your pant hems fail you? Maybe they’re too long, or the thread comes undone leaving you with a sloppy one-sided pant mess.
If you are a whiz with a sewing machine, just ignore this.
But if, like me, you can barely remember how to thread one (Ms. Drust, my Home Ec teacher, is pulling out her hair somewhere), this crib sheet is for you.
Obviously, if you have time you should take ’em to your tailor. If your tailor is kind of out of your way, like mine is, or you keep forgetting to put your pants in the car so you can actually bring them to tailor (ahem), I’ve got a few options for ya. Continue reading “The Lazy Person’s Guide to Wrangling Pant Hems” →
Tailoring is a tool everyone should have in their pockets because there’s no way mass-manufactured clothing will always fit your body perfectly. Thrifters need it even moreso to mold priceless-but-not-perfect secondhand finds into an effortlessly chic wardrobe that will leave you looking like (but not spending) a million bucks.
(Story time: I once heard someone recount the experience of a Ghanaian woman who came to the U.S. for college and whose healthy self-image began to deteriorate after long term exposure to mass retail shops where her body always seemed “wrong” for the clothes. In her home culture it was the norm for clothes to be tailored or bespoke, so instead of feeling inferior because they didn’t meet some arbitrary standard, everyone felt fab in clothes made to fit their bods exactly.)
I bought this beauty back in the days of chilly weather and knew that its popover style, rollable sleeves, and cotton fabric would be a hit for spring and summer ’round these parts.
The only problem? It apparently was a shirt dress in another life—one that had an altercation with a pair of scissors:
Wanh-wannnnh: Continue reading “Tailoring a Thrifted Shirt” →