I have a lot of home sewn clothes, but I pretty much can’t sew at all. When I was in grade school I made a pillow for a 4-H project, and I’m pretty sure I had a significant amount of help from mom, who made all my elementary school Halloween costumes (like butterfly, cat, cheerleader, and, for whatever reason, raccoon). These days, all my home sewn clothes come from the 1940s, when making do and mending was not only fashionable, but, if propaganda posters reflect the attitudes of the day, you were basically hindering the war effort if too many of your clothes were ready made. Fine silks, rayons, and woolens were sold at fine stores on Fifth Avenue. Patterns were everywhere, as were the aforementioned propaganda and instructional materials like this one encouraging women to sew at home.
I have had my eye on this dress for over a month, and last weekend I finally tried it on. The blousy top, wide waistband and neatly gathered skirt are so well made that I want to go back in time and take sewing lessons from this person.
Somehow I doubt she would approve of my tattoos.