While I'm very proud of all the garments I made in 2019, I feel I need to be honest about the things I didn't finish.
I started sewing this shirt for myself in 2018. I somehow messed up the stitching on one of the buttonholes. I carefully picked out the stitches, and then lost my nerve.
I bought this vintage yarn at an estate sale in 2018. It was in its original box. I found a 1950s knitting pattern and got to work.
Smog helped me knit.
As did Cardigan.
Likewise, Sleeves. All the cats were very helpful.
The week Cardigan died, I discovered a major error in my knitting. I was distraught, and also recovering from surgery, and I just sort of abandoned this project. At this point, I no longer remember what the error is.
I think part of the problem is the fact that some skeins of this yarn have faded differently than others. Since I match color for a living, this may be a deal-breaker.
In October, I set about copying this wispy 1920s dance dress. It's in pretty rough shape.
The dress has a fascinating structure. The skirt is a rectangle, with an oval cut in it for the bodice.
I got a good start on a copy, and then ran out of time.
I darned the largest rips in the antique frock and wore it to a ball. I relied on good posture, and a "bitch, I'm fabulous" attitude to make up for the fact that I was wearing a dress that was riddled with holes. (Also all the wrong undergarments.)
At the moment, I'm working on a sweater, made from vintage yarn, and knit from a vintage pattern. It's one of those one-size-fits-someone patterns, so I've had to do a lot of improvising.
This project is temporarily on hold, because I've got to get some other sewing done, right away.
And we won't even speak of the two baby quilts that I need to finish. At the rate I'm going, the recipients will be in college when I deliver their blankets.