(I've pledged to wear only clothes handmade by me this year and to sketch my daily outfits in my Fashionary. I'm calling this the paper doll project)
from left:
blue denim/chambray dress + ecru jersey scarf
white cotton top with self necktie + red floral skirt
powder blue dress + white embroidered cut-out top
blue dress
white drape-y jersey top + lime print skirt
aqua dress with wave-y welted pockets
The last few days have been up and down. More down than up, I'm afraid. We are mourning the loss of my grandmother; in a not unexpected, but still very sad conclusion to a long illness.
My grandmother right up until quite an advanced age was just like all or any one of us who love to sew for ourselves and take pride in wearing our own creations. She was a very accomplished self-seamstress and frequently made a lot of her own clothes. I inherited a lot of my enthusiasm for sewing from her excellent example. She favoured an early Jackie O silhouette, and tended to wear simple, solid colour sheath dresses with matching tailored cropped jackets and blazers when the weather permitted. In winter she lived in straight pencil skirts with solid coloured sweaters and jackets, or plain twinsets. Her tastes leant towards the unadorned. My own style is moulded on this look to some extent too... she was a big influence.
She lived a wonderful, fulfiling and very long life, so I'm not writing this here to be sad, but just to give acknowledgement. It didn't feel right to not mention it at all, like nothing had happened.
On an up note; we've just attended Cassie's graduation ceremony, and proudly watched as she received her Bachelor's degree. She has kept her job part time and is concurrently continuing with her Master's degree this year, just as planned.
It's funny/strange how life's lows can be juxtaposed against life's highs, side by side like that. I'm just feeling ... odd.