I have to preface this by saying that I am the opposite of Martha Stewart in every possible way (well, except that we are both female). I DON'T sew. I have already told you that I can't cook. I wrote a whole blog on my relationship with mopping. You get the idea.
So that is why it is an occasion worth celebrating when I can actually get the needle threaded on the sewing machine, let alone push the little pedal and produce something.
I had this very 80's (90's? could I really be off by a whole decade?) floral print dress. You know the kind--almost ankle-length, no waist, sash that ties in the back. I've been thinking I needed to get rid of it for years, hesitating to wear it because I know that it's hopelessly outdated, but still unable to trash it because I LOVE the colors and the print. So the other day I finally figured out how to save it: I cut it in half.
The top part I just hemmed, and oila (wah-lah? Did I really take all those college French classes and I can't spell wah-lah?), we have us a tunic top:
Then I took the bottom half and sewed in some casing for elastic and now I have me a two-piece dress:
OK, it's very possible (and the tragedy is that I wouldn't know) that it is still hopelessly nerdy and outdated. But it feels a little better to me and at least it's not ankle-length any more. Yes! I am Darlene Martha Stewart Young without the criminal record! (Although we all know that Martha Stewart would have just bought her clothes in Europe.)