It is August, and as usual for this time of year, summer has delighted me quite enough, as Mr. Bennet would say. I was always the kid who was ready to go back to school on July 5, and August was only made endurable by the arrival of the back-to-school issue of Seventeen magazine. Locked in my non-air-conditioned room, I would spend hours deciding which designs I wanted to knock off. Fifty years later, the only thing that’s changed is that I no longer look to Seventeen for inspiration–and if there were a magazine called Sixty-Seven, it would probably be too dreadful to contemplate.
Possibly because of the unsettled mood of the country right now, I’ve been thinking a lot about wearable basics–the sartorial equivalent of comfort food. I have some denim and chambray in my stash, and I am challenging myself to use patterns that I already have. So here goes:
A denim skirt. But not a jeans skirt. I have some very lightweight denim in a very dark blue, and am thinking of Marcy Tilton’s skirt from Vogue 8499:
A chambray shirt. But not a basic work shirt. Something more like Lynn Mizono’s Vogue 1274:
A couple of knit tops:
Katharine Tilton’s Butterick 5925, in the bright printed rayon knit pictured above that was an impulse buy, which I am hoping will cheer me up during the endless slog toward Election Day:
I was so happy with the way the sleeveless version of Vogue 9193 turned out in linen that I’d like to make at least one version with sleeves in something like a light ponte knit, assuming that I can find some in colors to go with my fall knitting projects (coming soon to a blog post near you).
Another denim jacket. I live in New Mexico, so it should go without saying that I already have one. But I’d like one with a deeper armhole that would layer better over sweaters. Something like the Sewing Workshop Chicago Jacket:
So that’s the list. One of the great things about blogging is that it’s a great motivator; once you say out loud and in public that you’re going to do a thing, you’re kind of committed. And Mildred is looking over my shoulder, getting all excited even as I write. So I’d better get to work.