Tick, tock, another equinox and in the needlepoint of the native British hedgerow spring has started with the bright white stars of the blackthorn blossom.
Misleadingly there’s still a fair nip in the air so I’ve been working on a long-sleeved thing. A long-sleeved, vintage thing. How much work in a long-sleeved shirt? A lot. A lot of work in a long-sleeved shirt. Collar. Cuffs. Button holes. Buttons. Darty tucks (tucky darts? Tarty ducks?)
Is it worth the work? With this pattern I’m thinking yes.
I’m very much Team Raglan when it comes to sleeves. I find them (relatively) easy to insert and something about the way that they lie suits my square shoulders.
What else to relay? This might just be the oldest pattern that I have worked with. The pattern paraphernalia is undated and the briefest of brief searches gives me a date range of between 1933 and 1966. The pattern pieces were marked with perforations rather than print and the envelope is not an envelope, it’s a piece of paper folded into three.
Also. Sheer fabric that frays freely = lots of seam finishing decisions. I’m thinking hard about those tricky, tricky decisions in at least one of these photos:
This is my third #VintagePledge
The Purple Ponte Pants of Pride were my second.
We started the year with a Zebra Jacket.
I have no clue what is to come but I’m excited to find out.