So I'm not doing a whole lot of creating lately. Instead I've been digging and sorting and culling and organizing and...well, not so much cleaning, but tidying and donating and...wait! I guess I have been creating after all. More on that later in the week.
In the midst of all this nonsense, I cracked open my Bin of Very Special Fabrics. You know...the ones I'll never use? The ones I occasionally look through, exclaim over, and pat gently.
The ZOO! With little Madeline-esque girls holding balloons! Fairy tale animals reading storybooks! Lipsticks! Chocolate!
Okay, enough. The point is, there was one piece in there that wasn't vintage. It's really cute and has a vintage print, but it didn't belong in there. No matter how corny the jokes or cute the kittens.
It was the early Nineties when I bought this fabric, when novelty vests were the height of fashion. I'm sure Tim Gunn wouldn't approve of a novelty skirt, either, but too bad. I'll be happy to throw it out if he wants to give me a $5000 wardrobe.
At least it's a good length and flattering shape, Tim. I know, I know--too much black. I look like a mime.