Remember that time my dad gave my sister and I his old button-downs? Last week, while hyped up on tea, I decided to turn it into a skirt. I had originally wanted to make it smaller to fit me, but it was so huge that if I altered the sides, the pocket would end up under my armpit. No bueno.
So one morning, without the help of pattern, tutorial, person, or correct sewing techniques, I started sewing. I didn't even measure anything and none of my seams are aligned, so it is a wonder I can even wear it.
I put on some music:
I am so proud of myself for using my sewing machine, if only for some parts. Of course I broke the needle and had to continue without it, but it's a start. Without it I would have certainly taken three years.
The shirt after the ripping. I've got to hand it to YSL, they sure do know how to make a shirt. Taking this apart was hard work.
And voila! There's my morning face for you all.
It's very odd in some places, but it's a cutie. And I am Very Proud.