Being able to sew, I did not despair when the shops started stocking clothes that my grandmother would have identified as nightwear. But then the pattern companies followed suit - what could I do?
Not for me and my bony neck the plunging necklines, not for me and my middle aged little bulges the clingy knit dresses. I want to be dressed, not undressed when I leave the house.
So there I am. Unfortunately my cylindrical, waistless body does not look it's best in the oh so glamorous fashion of the 50ies, so 60ies a-line dresses it is then.
Or a-line skirts for that matter. I whooped internally when I found this gem on etsy (the shop is closed at the moment).
I made it up, albeit in a bicyle friendly fashion - i.e. short.
I'm a bit ashamed to say that my blog has a sad tendency to drop into coma, but I'll be happy to share my little creations with you from now on. And there is more on my "inaugural" skirt.