Oh boy. I did it again.
I bit off more than I could chew. I got something started and don’t know how to finish it.
A million years ago, I remember my mother being asked to line a couple of blazers for one of our neighbors. I remember my mother putting off working on those blazers, even though there was money in it for her. I remember her hating every moment of the project.
Enter stage left: me.
Last year I finished a wool jacket, (featured above!), one I had knitted from yarn I had spun myself by hand, by taking a blouse, turning it inside out and basting it to the inside of the jacket. Sure, if you look close enough it looks like poop.
But it makes the jacket less scratchy and exponentially more wearable.
So when last week I tore the lining for the umpteenth time on a pretty brown velvet pea coat, I inevitably came to the conclusion that I would either have to get rid of the jacket (which would be so very sad because this jacket is the bomb), or figure out how to switch out the lining.
So today at lunchtime, while my scalawags listened to NPH narrate Henry Huggins (yes, it is my go-to crafting soundtrack these days), I took my little seam ripper and ripped out the lining.
There was a random splotch of honey in the lining which had been put there by grubby hands. The lining was torn in about five new places, I discovered as I ripped it out. There was little hope.
I felt so smart as I seam ripped the collar off of a black with white dots slippery blouse I totally don’t love because it was too long (consequently perfect for my pea coat!) While I would have preferred something a little louder that screamed New York fashion maven, this would have to do. At least I’ll stick with the pink thread. That should make it fun (and functional 😉).
Ripping seams is not fitting a lining into a jacket. What was I thinking? I couldn’t even figure out where the center back was on the stupid thing.
I have no idea what I am doing, but I’ve come too far to give up now. This one may take a while. To be continued.