This skirt is one of those things that lags and agonizes for so long that you grow to stop liking it despite its general coolness. I started this back in oh…June. If you remember from here, it was my mother’s pants, then an upside-down dress, and now this.
Sometimes I have these intense pack rat tendencies and just can’t let things go…
I don’t know why I just couldn’t throw it out. It looks pretty hopeless to me. The whole deconstruction/reconstruction process was of kind of a drag since the novelty of working with the garment had vanished as this was the second time it came through the ordeal.
The fabric is a kind of strange elastic, but stiff twill weave. Tossing such an intriguing fabric would have be like throwing raisins out of raisin bran (I mean, who does that?)
While seemingly wearable, I don’t know if this one’s actually going to make it into the wardrobe….
