I’m not really sure what happened. Everything was going along hummingly…I had successfully hacked By Hand London’s free Polly Top pattern to my liking (narrowed the straps, took in the side seams a bit, changed the neckline a little, omitted the center panel and just kinda made up my own shape for the front bodice), and it fit like a dream. I had found the perfect project for my beloved ikat rayon challis (I really wanted to use it for my Gabriola skirt, but I didn’t have enough), and I was patting myself on the back for the pattern/fabric combo. Oh man… I’m gonna wear this thing into the ground…
I attached the bias binding (that I made myself thank ya veeery much) and it stretched out the arm holes and neckline. BLERG. FERRRRF. GAAAAHHH. I don’t know. I still just don’t know. I followed the instructions to the letter, and I added stay stitching around those areas before I started manhandling them. So I don’t know.
I just kind of stood there staring at my reflection in the mirror… my droopy, floppy, ikat tank glaring back at me, and my first thought was, “I’ll fix it! I’ll take the binding off, hopefully without destroying the fabric…I’ll add some cute little weird darts or something to take in the excess fabric and I’ll put it all back together again. No! I’ll just totally alter it and make it like a halter top thingee with spaghetti straps that I’ll make myself, cause that will fix the angle that the back is drooping at! Wait, no it won’t. Oh! I’ll…”
And then my child started yelling for chapstick. On repeat. (“LELLOOWWW!!” That’s yellow. Cause yellow chapstick.) And suddenly I just didn’t really care anymore. I know I’ll never take it apart. It’s done. Oh well.
I mean it’s not AWFUL. I’ll wear it. I’ve probably worn saggy store-bought tops. But. I MEAN. GRRRR. BUUUHHH.
Anyway, here’s the finished top! Just kindly look away from the droop. Oh, and it was about -200 degrees outside when we took these pictures, so I wasn’t feeling particularly tank-toppy. Or photogenic. I pretty much just took my coat off and pushed Sadie around in the stroller, occasionally hollering, “Do you think you got any? Can we go in now?”
(All photos by Mercer Street Photography)
Ah, and I thought I’d share this one with you, as proof that this top would look pretty cute even if I was 6 months pregnant. (Thanks wind.) Except, lets be real…if I was 6 months pregnant I’d have way better boobs than in this picture.
Ok, that’s enough. Coat back on. Please note that this is New York City, and there’s not a soul to be seen. That’s because I was the only one dumb enough to be wandering around outside. In a tank top. Good thing I scrapped the cut-off shorts styling idea.
So that’s that. Ya win some, ya lose some. But hey…that inch and a half poking out under my uber fashionable covered-with-feather-bits-from-my-parka-cause-damn-you-Elsa-you’ve-cursed-us-all-to-freeze-forever black fleece looks pretty good, yeah? So all is not lost. You can’t even see the droop.