It's done! My Swing Jacket is finally done! And actually, it was done a week ago, I have just been really slack about taking pictures of it.
|(skirt by From Somewhere)|
This has been one hell of a process, believe me. Not because it was outrageously challenging to sew or anything, just because somehow, one thing after another, it was one of those projects that got done in little bursts of motivation, and kept having to be put down for one reason or another, and don't even get me started on the lining... I love silk, but it can be such a slippery pain to work with, especially when it has to be oh so precisely blind stitched by hand... I tell you, I was ready to take that fiddly little pesky needle and do some damage on more than one occasion.
But I'm thrilled with how she's turned out - and she really feels like a she, you know? Strong, confident and capable, a real woman of a jacket, oozing with understated feminine elegance. Sort of like how I feel on a good day!
The details came together beautifully - which I must confess are usually an afterthought for most of my projects, but I knew that this one deserved so much better (and actually so will all future projects from now on - sewing resolution) - the perfectest buttons narrowed down from a selection of already perfect buttons, the cape's original label which I kept and replaced, my Grandmother's diamond harp brooches (they really make music!) taking pride of place on her lapel.
And one last confession - the real reason it took so long to getting round to taking pictures is that I was initially a little disappointed... When I first tried my now beloved Swing Jacket on, I felt swamped. I hadn't expected her to be so big; I guess I'd ignored the generous width in the sleeves; I wondered if, after all that, I'd made her too big. I re-checked the pattern and not only was the size fine, I noticed that the elegantly drawn lady in the picture looked equally swamped by her illustrated jacket. And she looked great. So I tried mine on again. I fiddled with my hair, I took off my jeans and put on a pencil skirt, I stood on tip-toe. I got into character. And then I started feeling it: like the best things in life, this jacket is a real grower.