I had enough fabric left from the emergency pants for a pair of shorts. Finding shorts that fit has always been extremely difficult for me. Pants usually fit me so I don’t know why shorts never do. It seems there is an entirely different system of proportions in play. I’ve always been happy when cut-offs are in style, because that has been my only hope. This is the first pattern I will say I designed. I started with the combination of my jeans pattern and a pair of the most ok shorts I own. I sketched out the pieces and then tried them on. I then added two pleats on the front that open slightly higher than the crotch (it’s okay to say crotch when it is preceded by the and not my). The pleats release just enough fabric for the beginning of the thigh. For the next pair I will taper the waistband in so it fits better – I just used a rectangle here.
I’m fairly happy with the tank top because I’m so fond of elastic lace. The only problem is that when I sit down my bra tends to show. I guess we all know the solution to this. That sentence just triggered a memory that hasn’t floated to the surface in several years. I was in college and I had a similarly low cut tank top. It was also like this one in that it was a thick, dark, ribbed fabric, so I felt no need to wear a bra. One night after the semester ended I was out with several classmates – other painters that shared the studio with me. One guy (I never figured out if he was gay, but I had always assumed he was) told me he saw my boobs once when I was wearing that tank top and leaned over. He told me this and he was not hitting on me – he just said it in a matter of fact way. He also didn’t seem to be criticizing me. It was so strange to receive a remark like that with absolutely nothing following it. A similar thing happened in high school once. I was in a play (The Music Man) and the choir room was the girl’s dressing room. Even though there were a lot of girls in the play, it did seem weird to have such a huge, open room dedicated to undressing. The larger the room, the more naked I feel. It was also weird to get undressed in a room where I had class during the day. This room had an adjoining office with a window between them. A guy in the play told me during the cast party that he had seen us all undressing through this window. Again, this comment was just left out there – independent. That must just be a power thing. This guy saw me in my ratty underpants changing from one awful costume to another. Oh well.
3 comments:
Happy Birthday!!! You look so good for 24, I am jealous.
I have to agree about shorts not fitting like pants. I cannot find anything that isn't obscenely short or just fits wrong. Which is funny because my pants are always too long. Yeah, oh and this is Moose.
This is a beautiful outfit!
I know what you mean about the nonchalant way guys will tell you they saw your breasts when they weren't invited to. When I was about 20 I was at a swimming party with a bunch of people I didn't know well. I was unaware that my swimsuit had "shifted" and I was just cluelessly chatting away, overexposed. A male acquaintance (definitely not gay) leaned over and whispered, "Julie, your breast is showing." It was really very sweet, because he was the type of guy that seemed to want to do nothing but find ways to see women naked, and instead of exploiting the situation he helped me out.
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