But first, the backstory. There has been little sewing done since the beginning of May. All my energies have been focused instead on learning patternmaking. It has felt like I am learning a completely new set of skills, one that involves more math than I anticipated, but I have found drafting a basic skirt block and a basic bodice very satisfying. I am almost done with the beginner course, and if all goes well with my assessment, I will move on to drafting pants. A prospect that I am ridiculously excited about. (Except for the six pairs of Dockers bermudas that I bought when living in the US, I have never been able to find pants that fit me well.)
A related aside: I learned to put in an invisible zip a few weeks ago and that was also ridiculously exciting.
So back to that line.
Today was the first time that I saw a blouse that I really liked and instead of pondering if I should buy it, I pondered over how I could sew it myself. (It is quite a simple loose fit blouse.) I spent a few minutes studying the construction, noted how the necklines and sleeves were finished, and surreptitiously snapped a photo of the blouse for reference. I feel an overwhelming need to speed down to Chinatown or Arab Street to hunt down some linen with an embroidered border.
Alas, I fear other responsibilities beckon and that fabric hunt will have to wait.
