I've often felt like someone who travels through life as an outlier. I find myself frequently being squeezed by the flat end of the bell curve, and there's no predicting which end of the curve it's going to be. Sometimes I find I have developed an interest in something long before it becomes trendy. Knitting would be a good example of this. Other times I find that by the time I decide to try something it's a quaint relic from the past. This weekend's sewing adventure falls into the latter category.
On Friday I saw a post by Meredith at the Mereknits blog about some jeans she remade into a denim skirt. This intrigued me. After all, who doesn't have an old pair of jeans in their closet? I'm guessing almost everyone. And who doesn't think a jean skirt would be the perfect addition to their wardrobe? Okay, well, maybe almost nobody. But that didn't stop me from thinking these would be a brilliant thing to make and then wear.
So Saturday afternoon, instead of working on the quilt I had just cut out several hundred squares for, I grabbed an old pair of jeans, looked at several tutorials online (I mostly used this one), and started ripping and cutting.
Ripping isn't my favourite thing to do, but the good news is because I have had to do so much of it on previous projects I'm actually not bad at it.
At this stage they sort of resembled the grown-up version of the pants I've seen on toddlers in China.
The cut off legs provide the material for the front and back inserts. Pinning them in was fairly straightforward, but sewing them was a bit of a pain.
It wasn't until after I finished that I found out turning your jeans into a skirt was a thing back in the 70s. So there you have it, my fashion blast from the past. And yes, I've worn it and it was incredibly comfortable, which trumps trendy any day.
I also made pajama bottoms last week. I went to the fabric store for thread, but couldn't walk out without these knitting sheep!
This picture has nothing to do with anything I wrote about in this post. I'm offering it up to soothe your eyes after looking at multiple pictures of a pair of mutilated old jeans.
I'm curious. Does anyone else feel like a Life Outlier? Do you ever feel like you are either way behind or way ahead of everyone around you? Or possibly not even on the same planet?