Groovy 60’s Rosari Skirt

Hello! Hi! Thanks for stopping by! This is the first blog post that I’m directing anyone to, as opposed to the secret posts that lurk before it, so welcome to Hello Yellow Club! This is my little space on the internet where I post pictures of myself standing near bright things whilst smiling like a goon and talk about the absolute love of my life; sewing my own clothes. Here you can join me on my journey of Hobbit-esque epic proportions as I document what went oh so right and what went so very, very wrong.

This leads us on nicely to jump into my newest make which unfortunately went a leeetle bit awry. It wasn’t anything to do with the construction as I’ve made this pattern a few times before and it’s one of my absolute favourite patterns of all time but I somehow managed the fudge up the fit a little. Dang it. What a rookie error.

I do not live in this house btw, it’s the Zetter Townhouse hotel. I was not staying here either.

 It’s a Pauline Alice Rosari skirt made without any pockets because as you can see the fabric is rather busy and I thought it would look best in a clean, uninterrupted shape. To be honest I also didn’t want the headache of pattern matching all those little flowers because that’s a bit more than I thought my brain could handle at the time. AND it’s a 60s print fabric made into a 70s style shape and I worried I was already pushing it with my Dr Frankenstein style mash up of decades. So if you are looking for pockets then I’m afraid you’ve come to the wrong place, buddy.

The fabric is a delicious cotton velvet from The Cloth House in Soho, otherwise known as the fabric shop I go to when I’m feeling fancy. My very kind and benevolent work colleagues clubbed together and bought me some Cloth House vouchers for my birthday (thank you guys!) so I wanted to buy something extra special to commemorate it with. Enter this cotton velvet which was £30 per meter (!!!!!) so obviously I was so filled with dread at the pressure and expectation surrounding it I left it in the bag for 2 months, too scared to touch it else I somehow ruined it with my inexperienced gaze. When I was brave enough to approach it I cut off a swatch and chucked it in the wash to see how it would behave. The answer my friends, is not well. Even on a delicate wash the colours ran a bit and it creased big time so I decided that I’ll just have to dry clean it when the time comes. This is coming from a person who has never paid to have anything dry cleaned in her life (#noshame) so that’s quite a grown up statement to make on my part.

I also do not live in this house

As I’ve said, this is one of my favourite patterns. I made a grey denim version of this a while back and I wear it all the dang time. It’s a size 36 waist graded into a size 38 and a bit at the hips, an adjustment I’d made in said earlier skirt version (the 40 was too big, 38 too small, so the 38 and a bit was the ‘just right’ Goldilocks fit for this skirt). Length wise I cut the mini length, which is true to its name being a length Mary Quant would be proud of. Mini skirts and opaque tights are kinda my jam though so this bothers me not one bit. I will say though that I’m only 5 foot 4 so taller ladies out there might need to extend the mini version if you don’t want it too scandalous!

 In previous versions I’d had a bit of trouble stitching the button holes as I hadn’t adequately decreased the seam allowances, meaning the machine was struggling to sew over this extra bulk. So, feeling confident in its fit, I brazenly overlocked the seams within a millimetre of their lives and trimmed all seam allowances to the width of a speck of dust. What a silly, silly girl I am, for I had taken no consideration whatsoever to the fact that this was very thick fabric with no stretch making it much smaller than my previous version. When I first went to try it on it was soooooo tight that there was zero chance of me breathing or even merely existing whilst wearing it. Noooooooooooooo. I’m not ashamed to say I was actually devastated thinking of how I’d ruined this special, expensive fabric and felt like such a huge dummy for not checking the fit as I went along. Ugh!

A visual representation of the inner turmoil I felt upon realising my sizing error
Would you like a side helping of attitude with that skirt?
All these photos were taken on an iPhone not a proper camera, hence why my face is brighter than the moon

Happily though in the morning it was a bit easier to get on (I had eaten a huge feast the night before to be fair) and I had brainwave that I’d sew the top 4 buttons on at a gradual angle to build some more room into the waist. The fabric is so busy that it actually isn’t that noticeable which is great news. This has definitely improved the fit so that is wearable; certainly not for massive meals but more for sophisticated soirées which is probably preferable given the fact that I can’t wash it in the washing machine. Sub-conscious sabotage? Perhaps.

After I managed to solve the fit issue I finally allowed myself to fully fall in love with the finished skirt. The fabric is honestly something else, it’s so smooth and vibrant and holds its shape beautifully and being velvet it has the slight comfort of petting a dog when you stroke the nap the right way. It also turned out to be quite comfortable after all that fitting drama which was an unexpected plus. I just love a happy ending.

The fix
So there you have it, a skirt almost ruined by me being a dummy but saved with my genius intellect. Always check the fit as you go along people! Learn from my mistakes!
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