I’ve previously stated around these here parts that the skill of sewing has helped me learn that anything can look good on anyone… with one exception made, for bare midriffs.
And yet here we are.
Brace yourself, dear readers. Are you sitting down? Do you have a nice sugary cup of tea on hand?
Then, let me present…..
A NEON ORANGE GOLD LAME BIAS TRIMMED CROP TOP
Well. What can I say? I wore it in public. Also, the new “sliver of flesh” crop top style, well north of the tummy button and just south of the bra strap is undoubtedly a lot more pleasing than the sub-tummy button pelvic baring of the late 80s (which, I hasten to add, I didn’t indulge in). It pairs pleasingly with the stripy Britex maxi skirt I made back in midwinter for my Mexican sojourn. If you think my stomach looks surprisingly tanned for a pasty Scot who never wears a bikini, then let’s just thank Sally Hansen and move swiftly on.
I was inspired by my curvy fashion idol Gabi Gregg who regularly gets her south-of-the-bra-strap area (SOTBSA?) out, and looks fabulous doing it. While I am not convinced that I am quite as fabulous as her, I’m willing to concede it’s not too bad!
The material is a fantastic textured orange cotton I got from MetroTextiles in NYC earlier this year, bought while the spirit of OonaBalloona was whispering in my ear. In case you want to make your own… first, you need to take a good hard look in the mirror and decide if you want a neon orange crop top. You do? SUPER DUPER. Then, it’s a Colette Sorbetto, without the front pleat, hacked off halfway down. Simple. It took me ages to adapt the Sorbetto to fit (potentially was not the best base for busty novice Cashmerette, but she was naive in those days) so now it does, it’s the block for all my woven tops.
So apparently I have overcome my final style boundary! The possibilities are now limitless! I can pose in front of large murals to my heart’s content!
What have you sewn and worn that challenged your fashion boundaries? Has anyone laughed at you in the street? Will you come and join me in this absurdity? Go on, it’ll be fun.