Costume to custom…

So, I was recently tasked with refashioning a vintage skirt.  She found the skirt at a theater costume sale and loved the look, but it was too full.  Not to mention, vintage sizes are sooooo tiny!  I swear it said size 6 but it was like a size 0 in today’s sizes. 

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So she gave me a skirt that she wanted it to be similar to.  I simply cut off the waist, because it was too small, but I made sure to keep the zipper because I thought that would still be a good touch.  I laied out the model skirt, and cut up the sides.  The way the skirt was, I thought it should have some shape, and not just be a straight skirt, so I left some of the sides for swaying – cause what girl doesn’t love when her skirt swishes!  And then I simply sewed up the side seams.

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I added some elastic to the waist, just in case!  And kept the back zipper. 

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Easy peasy!  Simple way to refashion.  Happy customer!  She wore it a week later with a more fitted top and it looked awesome!!

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Back in the day…

So okay, I love my grandma.  She is literally the queen bee of my family, like the Godfather – except she’s Asian, maybe 4’10”, at most 95 pounds – but when she talks, everyone listens.  When there are problems, big decisions to be made, drama…everyone goes to her.  She’s the hub.  But don’t get it twisted, when you think of grandmas you think milk and cookies – oh no, not my grandma.  She believes in tough love, her words will cut you, she will hit you with the broomstick if she feels you deserve it (you can ask my brother).  She’s not the kiss-the-boo-boo type of grandma, she slaps on the bandaid and tells you “stop crying you’re not dying, grandma doesn’t like cry babies” (you can ask my daughter this one).  She’s wise, she’s gone through some stuff, and when anything unknown comes up it’s always – “well ask Grandma”.  There are 5 living generations on that side of my family, my daughter being the youngest, then me, my father, my grandmother and my great grandmother.  While we don’t see her often, I do love when my daughter gets to visit with her great-great grandmother.  And my little one in fact has 4 great grandmothers alive.  Anyhow, there are alot of years there.

So a while back, grandma called me since she knows I sew, I sell stuff, I sell vintage stuff – and asked if I wanted to come by and grab some things from her closet that she no longer wanted.  She said maybe I could make a few dollars out of them.  So we went through the bags, and it was touching to see a soft side of her as she reminisced with me about time periods of her life that she wore those clothes.  Pointing out her favorites, telling me about places she’d gone – my grandfather (who has long since passed) of course in the military these stories included Panama, Germany, the States…I almost didn’t want to take the clothes, but she insisted.  She said she had no need for them anymore.

It’s for sure that I can’t fit the clothes and I don’t have the heart to cut them up.  It was hard finding models who could get the buttons buttoned up or zippers zipped up because she is such a tiny woman.  But they say great things come in small packages.  Vintage items have so much history.  Its great to think someone else might be able to enjoy the life these clothes have lived.

 

The naked doll…

I always have great intentions.  I’m not usually a procrastinator, but man – sometimes there just isnt enough time in the day to get things done.  Anyhow, I had a craft fair coming up.  Just a small one, and I wasnt too worried about inventory.  But I like to get things together, make a few new things if possible.  But every time I sat at my machine to sew, something had to be done.  So I’d get back up and some nights, never return. 

It was the last weekend before the fair, and my last chance to really sew anything new to add to my stock.  So I sat at the machine and got to it. 

Needless to say, within 10 minutes, my 4 year old daughter was sitting next to me. 

“Mommy can I help you?”

“Sorry honey, not right now, mommy has work to do”

“Are you going to sew something mommy?”

“Yes baby, mommy is going to sew”

She then climbs off the chair and disappears, I think that maybe she has gone to keep herself occupied.  As I turn back to my machine, she comes back with her favorite doll, Chloe, who is now naked.

“Mommy, Chloe needs clothes because she’s naked”

“Honey, what happened to her clothes?

“I don’t know, but she’s cold”

So, after 15 minutes of asking my daughter if I could make Chloe something another day – wait, who’s the Mommy here? – I decided it would just be easier if I made Chloe some clothes.  After all, we couldn’t have her hanging around naked now could we?

Soo, I traced Chloe’s body and commenced to make her a dress (which I forgot to take a picture of) and a shorts and shirt, as requested by my toddler.  It took me a lot longer that I had hoped.  My daughter, the budding fashionista didnt like the scraps I was choosing to use to make her outfits, so eventually I had to pull the Mommy card and just tell her, too bad. 

Needless to say, Chloe got her new dress (not pictured) and a new jersey knit top and some spongebob capri pants/shorts.  And by the end of all that, Mommy needed a break. 

At least my daughter was happy, even though 5 minutes after all that work was done, she had moved on to another toy to play with.  And Chloe, with her new outfit, was all dressed up with nowhere to go.