I was working on this skirt about a month and a half ago as a possible candidate to wear to a couple of weddings last month. I didn't finish it in time so it's been sitting, along with the sewing machine, half done, in pieces, on one end of the dinner table ever since. Good thing I didn't wear it to Shannon's wedding as another woman was wearing a similar skirt even in the same colors. As it turns out, Shannon's sister, J, had made the skirt. Yesterday afternoon, while the boys were "helping" C over at the shop, I decided to plunk myself down and tackle this UFO. While I was working on it, I was thinking about J... and the extra details she had put into her skirt... and how she's designing her own clothing line right now and will be marketing it soon... and how cool that is... and how cool she is and all....and the phone rings... and I pick it up... and..."Hi, this J." She was calling to tell us of a place in Portland where C might try to market his furniture to. Coiincidence?
A short while later I took a break from sewing and put a batch of these cookies into the oven. A few years ago I had entered my own version (whole wheat pastry flour, chocolate chips, margarine, light brown sugar, rolled in turbinado sugar) in our county fair's People's Choice cookie competition and had won. One of my friendly competitors was a guy we know who is better known as "The Cookie Man". He bakes a batch or two of cookies nearly every day and gives them away during his daily routine around town. Every now and again we are the lucky recipients, either in person, or we find a plate of cookies on C's workbench at the shop. Yesterday, my batch of cookies were a few minutes from coming out of the oven when the boys ran into the house from the shop calling, "Mama! Look what The Cookie Man left for us! Here, we saved you one." Coiincidence?
Today, I tried taking pictures of the skirt, first with the tripod: cut off feet and waistline. Then, reflection in the window while walking so as to try and show the skirt in motion: oops, got the hummingbird feeder and the window-suction cup-crystal-rainbow-maker-dangly-thing right in the center of the shot, too. Then: self portrait in our bedroom window. It must have taken 30 shots just to get these, the best I could do. Boy, did I feel silly walking around snapping so many pictures. Thank goodness everyone at work at the shop was busily involved doing a concrete countertop pour and the boys were upstairs.
As soon as I saw the pictures I had taken in the windows they reminded me of the only photographer I've liked enough to actually own a book of her photography, Imogene Cunningham. I bought the book Ideas Without End, a Life in Photographs about 12 years ago after thoroughly poring through it because I instantly fell in love with it and it was deeply-discounted. At the time, I had no idea who Imogene Cunningham was or that she was born and raised on top of Queen Anne Hill in Seattle. I searched online but couldn't find the picture of hers that is a portrait of herself with her camera, at around age 78, reflected in a shop window display of Youthcraft women's girdles. Here's another one taken a few years earlier. Also, a few years before I bought that book I came across a tray filled with buttons at a yard sale on top of Queen Anne Hill. There is a picture of a similar tray of buttons in Ideas Without End. Cooincidence? Ah! To take photos like her....The good thing is, I don't have to. She already did.
The pattern for the skirt is Simplicity 4365, by the way. I was skeptical of this skirt up to the very last moment. I think I like it and even did a decent job of sewing in the zipper for the first time.