Wide linen pants.
A sort of caftan 80s thing.
I am severely photographically challenged at the moment.
My photographers are AWOL, and since the only interesting thing about the pants and shorts is fit, there doesn't seem to be much use in posting a hanger shot. I will have to keep cornering family members and emailing my DH that I really need him at home.
In the meantime I am going to go ahead and show you my caftan thingy anyway, on a hanger. My daughter told me when she saw it that it looked awfully Bedouin and North African, and of course I did make it while watching CNN, so I think I am going to call it my In solidarity-with-the-Libyan-people outfit, documenting once again how shallow and impressionable I am, and which sounds better anyway than housedress, which is how I will wear it and what I had in mind when I made it.
To me this garment will fill a specific wardrobe gap in the upcoming trans-seasonal early spring/summer period. I will wear it:
- blogging on Saturday morning, or more likely reading other people's blogs when I am avoiding the dishes
- running out very early on Wednesday mornings in a race to the curb with my blue bags just ahead of the recycling truck
- over a bathing suit to the pool on not so hot days
- as something to put on after a bath when it is too early to go to bed and too much trouble to put on real clothes but when there might be other people around
- when I am feeling lazy, which can occur at any time
Here is the original pattern found in the massive collection of vintage patterns given to me by a neighbour:
Of course I had to add in a major way to make it fit my no longer 1982 body, but this was a nice, fun, well-thought out pattern to make.
The more I look at these old guide sheets I have to tell you I am absolutely convinced that the quality of pattern instructions was about 1000% better when I suspect they had sewers who were actually considering the pattern in front of them writing the instructions, rather than the generic cut-and-paste stuff we get today. I don't know about you but increasingly I don't see any mind at work in pattern instructions, just some word processed default instruction for a detail slapped in without any effort to make sure the method chosen is the best one for that specific garment.
At any rate here is my version of this old Butterick, in striped linen, which eventually I will get someone to photograph on me someday when I am in action lounging around not doing anything useful - which is exactly the occasion I had in mind when I made this.