This weekend I finished one of the new Cynthia Rowleys- Simplicity 1872:
‘Dear Model, please eat something…’
I love the sleeves on view A and I did some stash busting- I know, I did! I used fabric from the closet- I didn’t even know I was capable of it!
This blouse has a decidedly retro feel to me- so in honor of Andy and Betsy-
here we go:
My local hamlet is shockingly devoid of soda fountain-esque locales, so here we are hamming it up at the new Quick Trip! Oh, does the classiness ever end?
No ma’am, it does not! Here I am basking in the glow of the taquito rotisserie. Glam, thy name is Annie!
Dig the hoof-covers, teen angels- Lord I love my saddle shoes, oh, I can’t decide if I will be buried in them- with the casket open knee down of course- or leave all of my money to them.
I digress. Aren’t these sleeves totally ginchy? Fully lined. I glow, I do.
Why is it that even faux wraps act gappy? I’ve got a snap, a pin, a safety-pin, duct tape, a baby alligator and all of my force of will trying to keep anyone to my right from being flesh-blinded by my peeka-boo bunny show! See, if the model had been graced with anything atop her ribs, I would have noticed this, but NO- she is not very curvinous. No breastal foreshadowing from the pattern envelope. Oh, well.
Yes, ‘m smiling because photo boy neglected to tell me about the obscene gap-age.
One more soda fountain homage, Cary Grant style:
I’ll bet the waitress left him a tip….
photo credits: meadhawg, google images