I have memories of my Aunt Angelee looking so smokin’ hot in the late 70s in something similar to this outfit, with the same short hair, her California tan, her wild devil-may-care attitude…THAT’S what I was dreaming of when I bought the Closet Case Files Sallie Jumpsuit. Somehow I’m not quite channeling that. I’m more Grandma Betty in her Yuma retirement years.
It’s 1 part my long torso and/or hips…but I don’t think even lengthening the bodice would help me in this…see…as much as I may LOVE this pattern with all my heart, as a sewist you learn to sew for your body, not force your body into a pattern or style that just isn’t happening.
This isn’t happening.
I used a rayon knit that is gloriously drapey and like butter on the skin. The pattern is drawn perfectly, the instructions are sublime – see that top? I’m in love with the top. It’s self-lined. The tie-back is just right. It’s working for me.
I smudged out a weird thing in the background and sorta smudged my hip while I was at it – whatever (I’m playing with some new Photoshop stuff and saved it too soon), but the point of the weird grandma hip-thing is still there. Sure, I’m 40, I’ve had some kids, but I’m not ready for this…Depends chic motorhome grandma in Yuma.
So, yeah. I think all is not lost. I think I might try and chop it off at the base of the pockets. See how it does as a tunic-thing. Cuz, that top. I still have Aunt Angelee’s rack goin’ on…but Grandma Betty’s hip-pooch has got to go.
Unless, of course…you know of any leisure suit parties I should go to…practice my hustle…