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Got it done....and then went back to school.

Well, my season of getting it done seems to be drawing to a close, since school is back in session and kicking my rear.

Fortunately, I managed a couple more successes (and a couple misses) before heading back into the chaos that is the most disorganized school I have ever worked in with the most stressful start up due to said disorganization. 

So...I made a washi dress for myself, and then decided that I should try a few more clothing items, too.  My public library has a subscription to creativebug, so I decided that I should try another Rae Hoekstra pattern.  I made myself a lovely polka dot chambray Cleo skirt.  Next time I will make the pockets deeper, but overall -- I love it.  And it goes with lots of things already in my closet, which is fantastic. I had *just* enough fabric left over to hack a skirt for each of my girls, by attaching theirs to a pair of stretchy shorts they already owned.  And yes, we wore them together the next day and matched.


I also decided that I should make myself a Beatrix top.  And made the mistake of going straight for the lovely but slippery and tricky gauze fabric that would require a lining.  And it was mistake after mistake after mistake.  The shirt looks lovely, but is too small for me.  I haven't decided yet whether I should try to take it apart and remake the layers individually (and hopefully correcting for size with seam allowance modifications) or just pass it along to someone smaller than me.  I really love the fabric....so I'm tempted to wait a while until I'm more settled into my new routine of being back at work.....and it was also so much work to put it together in the first place, that I'm not sure I want to undo it and re-do it.

So I made another, and it fits!  But I don't love the fabric quite as much.  If only I could have reversed the order.....Hopefully, lesson learned.  Practice first, then the nice fabric.

Someday....I'll make myself a few more things, including an Isla dress (also on creativebug!), another cleo skirt, and who knows whether I'll manage anything else after that. 

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