This story starts in JoAnn’s. I was there minding my own business when I bright green eyelet fabric caught my attention. I don’t recall whether I purchased the fabric that day, or whether I came back a different day to get it, but I bought the fabric. I figured I’d make a circle skirt. I’ve been enjoying making circle skirts.
So, I made my way to the counter, asked for the appropriate yardage and went home excited to start on my skirt. I put the fabric in the wash right away and ironed it so that it would be ready to become a garment. As I looked at this lovely material becoming flat against my ironing board, I realized that I had a problem.
You probably know already.
You probably guessed in that second paragraph.
I didn’t have any lining for the skirt.
Eyelet, in my opinion, needs another layer between the sub equatorial body parts and the outside world. I do not want to be the subject to someone else’s open letters.
So, I settled for doing something else, but resolved to get something to go with the skirt next time I went to the store.
And I did, some simple green cotton.
But, when I cut it out, I realized that this cotton wasn’t really long enough for the purpose. However, I went with it, figuring that there was enough fabric to provide the modesty I was looking for…not to the degree that I wanted, but in an acceptable fashion.
I had noticed that the fabric store had these awesome colored elastic, so I bought some for this skirt.
What I didn’t realize is that they were going to behave a bit differently when sewn. So, this skirt looks a little wonky up top.I’m not sweating it too much though because almost every top I wear covers the top of whatever bottom I’m wearing.
When I put the two layers of this skirt together, the bottom of it was just plain weird. For some reason, the lining layer was longer than the skirt in some places. So, I had to get in there and start trimming, which wasn’t a big deal, but it was unexpected.
Finally, when I attached the elastic to the top of the skirt, I realized that I had done something in the opposite way that I thought I had done it, ruining the way that I had intended to put together the top of the skirt.
At the end of the day, the skirt of misfortune is still wearable, and I look forward to spending some time within its caresses. That, and it is a big lesson in accepting what isn’t perfect which can be especially difficult when those imperfections are all born of your own hands.