V ~ Velvet
I once made an evening skirt in a deep piled jade green velvet.
I was browsing in Hickeys one lunchtime.
Fabrics and shoes were my passion back then.
I was so thin that walking over a grating* was as dangerous as walking a tight rope over Niagara Falls. Buying clothes off the rails was a nightmare. Back in the middle of the last century, sizes 6, 8 & 10 were unheard of in my world. The only answer was to make my own clothes. On the bonus side, it didn’t take much fabric to make an outfit for a stick insect. 😀
I made skirts. I made trousers, tops, tunics, jackets a tweed overcoat and I made evening dresses. Dress dances were regular events in my social life back then and I made a new dress for most of them.
My browsing in Hickeys always had a routine to it. I began by walking through the racks containing a rainbow wonderland of rolled fabrics just waiting to be stretched out and carefully caressed while the inner eye pictured a completed garment suitable for the colour, weight and type of material.
Day dreaming over, I walked to the area with a large cardboard box or basket with the folded bundled and labelled remnants of fabric.
On a poor day it might be a dozen half-yard samples suitable only for a scarf, while another the end of roll might yield a four or five yard piece just right for that suit pattern sitting on my sewing shelf longing to be made up. Was the fabric single (30”) or double (60”) width? The latter was always the more preferable. Back in those days buying fabric was my chocolate. Yes. Most of it went on my non existent waist! 😉
The jade woven tufted fabric caught my eye and like a week old puppy, it tugged at my heart and there was no leaving the shop without it. It was my colour and I would certainly find a use for it, on the way to the counter to pay, my mind was in overdrive. By the time I reached the office, my plan was hatched – a full length evening skirt with a crochet top….. That wool shop I had discovered the previous week had a good selection of crochet cotton…. if I left work sharpish that evening, I would have time to find the cotton on the way home.
Yes. I had a plan.
To be continued.