Damn, the days are NOT getting longer.
But in a major departure from my nowhere zone , I took action.
Slashed the midriff-baring, wonderfully felted BOB jersey in half, and sewed a panel in, tried it on. All wrong.
Yanked out stitching and re-sewed. It worked the second time.
Pat Leo (She Who Must Be Obeyed) corrected, and shortened the ruined circle skirt (formerly ankle-length, and formerly ivory wool! I dyed it 15 yrs ago, then left in a heap).
Suddenly, I had an ensemble.
“No, you may not scallop the edges along the bottom” Pat snarled. You ‘ll muck up its simplicity“.
I can honor that at least for a few days.
As a non-sewing fumbler, it’s very tempting to put an Extra Touch on things. If you know how to make a garment from scratch, you’d probably never want to mar the simplicity, lines, and of course flawless workmanship with some lame-ass rick-rack, lace or (ew!) scallops.
But nothing sez Sayonara, Sucka like lace flouncing past on the bike path.
A straight-hemmed skirt could just be a kilt and the wearer, a mere man.