This is my ‘I don’t have time this week to get everything done’ face so you’re going to have to come grocery shopping with me while I tell you about this weeks sewing challenge which is based on the Academy Awards. Oscar nominated films, winning films, whatever takes your fancy. This is my modern take on Woody Allens, Annie Hall. I’m rather fond of Woody Allens work, Annie Hall, Manhattan and his most recent Midnight in Paris are among my favs.
I love pineapple so into the trolley she goes, beige and I really don’t mesh, although I am happy with these photos and my modern spin on Diane Keatons classic androgynous style, the beige and this style of pant are just so b l a h to me, these pants remind me of those high waisted mum pants which are designed for comfort only, don’t get me wrong I don’t mind a high-waisted pant it’s just the cut of these particular pants, they’re just not right which is funny considering the pattern is from the Burda Young range. I chose broadcloth, a relatively inexpensive fabric, perfect for something I will never wear again unless I’m invited to a Woody Allen themed party which again is highly unlikely.
The rest of this ensemble comes from previously sewn challenges, The double collared avant garde inspired button up comes from last years re-fashioned challenge and the velveteen button-up fitted waistcoat I made eons ago and chose to wear it whilst on my African vibe. The tie was a five minute job. The pants do something terrible to my backside, from behind it gives you the illusion of a much bigger booty, bootifiedx100. A truly terrible pattern. I’ve even taken the liberty of writing on the pattern sleeve the words S H I T! don’t go there girlfriend. I’ve since learnt that this pattern has been dubbed the carrot shaped pant. How appropriate! where are the peas? The comments over on Sew Weekly were positive everyone appreciated my spin on Diane Keatons classic look. Phew! job well done then.
I was alerting the ladies also of my terribly speedy metabolism and the need for all this loo roll. I’ll do anything to hide these pants, can you tell?
I’m really trying my hardest to make these things work, there really isn’t much more I can do from here apart from grabbing my sons favourite fish bites and proceed to the check out, the quicker the better.
I think it’s time to call the fashion police, alert them of my terrible downfall into the hideous world of beige and high, pleated mums pants. I’ll need counselling. May the force of my sewing machine save me from myself.
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