What The God of Sewing gives with one hand, he takes away with the other. Narrow upper chest adjustment? Check. Now a little extra ease needed in the bust? Check. Perhaps on my third make of Sewaholic’s Pendrell blouse I’ll get it spot on. But I’m not complaining. Look at this baby! It’s enough to make a grown man wish he was a girl, just so that he could wear this stuff. (I feel so sorry for men. Their wardrobes are so … boring. Well, apart from Peter. Did you see Peter this week!)
The burnt out polka dot works well over a contrast vest beneath. It’s very subtle, a close up here:
I’ll be honest, I slightly fell out of love with this fabric during the make. It wasn’t the easiest to handle, you’d definitely want to watch the temperature of your iron and the princess seams were a buggeration to press. Two thirds of the way through this make, I felt certain that this was going to be a big fat failure, but then I gave the FO a final press, pulled it on and – hey, it wasn’t so bad. Not so bad at all.
I’m sorry, but I’m a sucker for screaming colour like this. You can’t see them (obviously) but I’m also wearing turquoise tights! I waved a hand before my outfit this morning. ‘Too much?’ I asked my boyfriend. He looked terrified. What would the right answer be? ‘It doesn’t matter,’ I said before he could reply. ‘I don’t care.’
The top of not caring. I’m all for that!