I'd been thinking all summer about a green skirt that Salley Vickers' Cleaner of Chartres had worn, and found one in a charity shop, only to surrender it to a lady who had bent down to pick something up and looked devestated when she rose up and saw that I had picked it up off the rack. But around the same time, Kate wrote a post about her boiler suit which also struck a chord because I too love a bit of a workwear.
|And with indoor stock coat*|
It turns out that the Factory Dress is an excellent dress for labour, around the house or on the allotment. For going out on the town - ha! -it is not quite right, at least not for me, though others here and there have fared better. It may be that because the pattern was a size smaller than my usual size it needs to be adjusted, at least made longer in the waist; or maybe I'm just more used to a more fitted style; or perhaps it's just inevitable that a dress made from an old gingham curtain might make you look like you really do work in an factory or institution. Overall (sorry) the dress seems to work much better with sensible mary-janes and black hose, so a second attempt might be in order with a more drapey, woollen fabric. I thought I might get round to it in time to participate in the Wovember challenge to complete a woollen garment, but alas not - that jacket I started in September has taken its toll of my spare time with its tacking and catch-stitching, silk organza smoothing and sheepy-smelling hair canvas pressing.
There must be a moral to this lengthy tale but I've no idea what it is. Yet.