Now this HAD to have been the uniform (a chic one, I might add, as there was lots of embroidery) of a lunch lady somewhere… Turquoise, white pearlized buttons, cuffed sleeves, and pockets! The potential was there for this to not be associated with hair nets, corn dogs and spatulas and I was ready to take this task on.
It was big, yes it was, so this is what got handled. Ready? First, I took off the pockets with a seam ripper as I needed to bring the top in and didn’t want to sacrifice losing the gorgeous embroidered hand holders. Second, I brought the top in on both sides about an inch and a half. Third, I repinned the pockets to the garment and sewed them back on. (If i didn’t move them, they would have gotten cut off when I took the piece in and it was imperative that the pockets remain. I heart pockets, ’nuff said.)
Here’s the after…
I didn’t need to shorten it, as it was the perfect mini-dress length. I wore a tank underneath, added a satiny sash (thank you to my robe from Chinatown for lending your sash and assisting in today’s ensemble), threw on some riding boots and my orange shades for an afternoon birthday bbq celebrating the lovely CD. Weather was close to 70, so it was short sleeves all the way.
It is Lunch Lady Land no longer, Adam Sandler. Adios to that sloppy joe, sloppy, sloppy joe. The only thing this dress is seeing today is strawberry shortcake, caramelized onions, Coors Light and ridiculously delish sliders.
Now, I always wanted a Members Only jacket, ever since I was a kid. It’s a piece of clothing synonymous with The Breakfast Club, Anthony Michael Hall/John Cusack, and well most of the 80s. So when I found this one hidden underneath a behemoth of other worn gear, I swiped it as fast as my little hands could grab. All it took was a glimpse of that label and the jacket was mine. Woo hoo! Victory!! Small problem, it was real big…
Yep, this jacket was large Marge, but as big as it was it had my name on it and I was going to make it work. And to be honest, for a buck, I’d have bought 10 of them! The sleeves had to be handled as well as the torso, as I was swimming in it. So, I put it on, zipped it up, and pinned the excess that needed to be taken off from the sleeves and the body. I got sewing on my machine, stitched away, cut off the extra material (which was literally half the jacket) and had a finished product that was worthy for a little viewing of Cusack classic Better Off Dead.
“When you put it on something happens.” With a tagline like that and General Hospital actor Anthony Geary selling them 25 years ago, I imagine it was very difficult not to buy one of these in ’83?!? Kinda like the current Luke Wilson AT&T commercials, except not lame and totally retro chic.
Now I totally hearted this little dress when my hands grabbed it from a big ole pile of stuff. Yes, it was slightly Shirley Temple, but I tapped danced my way out of this pile sale with it in my bag of dollar goods!
I tried it on and because it had an elastic waist, it fit me like a glove. And the best part? The belt that was made for it actually came with it! This is a first friends – no makeshift belting action! There were two big issues though. One, the shoulder pads!! Again with the matching fabric foam enemies…gross me out!
I handled this sitch stat and cut ’em out.
Now that the heightened shoulder problem has left the building, all that was needed was a little length tweaking. I cut some of the bottom off to make it knee-ish length and it was ready to go! Now, the polka dotted pattern was bold and that collar was a statement all on its’ own, so I wanted to mellow it down a bit. Going for less ringlet Shirley Temple and more retro librarian I decided to take one of my fave cardigans, a “vintage” (circa 2005) Trina Turk number, roll up the sleeves, put the matching belt on top of it along with patterned tights and boots.
I actually loved the back even more…
Was very proud of this end product. I even got complimented coming out of the grocery store tonight…they must have seen the bottle of vino popping out of my bag. This was a baking, boozing, blogging Friday eve for me friends. The best way to close the week!
Hope all your weekends’ rule! xx Marisa
So, let’s be honest…jet lag pretty much affects me all the time whether or not a plane is actually involved. This time it’s legit, though. I’m completely winded from my little trip and needed something easy and quick for today. That’s when I went to this puppy…
A basic long-sleeved, collared, button down sweater is what I went with for today. Just by looking at it, it screamed Catholic school uniform and looks like the yin to the plaid wool skirt’s yang…if you will. As much as it fit me well, it was a little too plain for my taste, and I wanted to zazz it up a little.
First I said, off with its’ sleeves! Grabbed the Singer chompers and cut ’em off.
Then I remembered that I had this awesome crest patch in my kit o’patches (yes, I have a kit that houses some patches…I even shock myself sometimes) that I got years and years ago downtown in the garment district. I’m certain that it was found in a box of findings for spare change, as I always have fun trying to pick out rubies in a sea of rhinestones on the cheap. It was the perfect complement to keep it slightly schoolgirly so I took a safety pin and pinned onto the left breast area on the sweater.
Now it was hitting the 70s today…I know, ridiculous as I had spent the week in lovely cold temps with a scattered tornado watch here and there, but when in Rome, right? (*Little sidenote – no, that’s not a plug for that new Kristen Bell movie, even though I totally heart Gossip Girl and this sweater is kind of reminiscent of something Blair Waldorf would have worn at Constance.) I thought that I’d pair this sweater with one of my favorite blouses in the world, which was also a one dollar find a few years back, and go jacketless on this sunny, comfortable, tornado-less Los Angeles day.
Five minutes, a few snips and a safety pin totally gave me a fab Thursday ensemble. I’d like to thank jet lag for giving me the extra push to really think quick and easy today. If it weren’t for four-hour layovers in Atlanta, middle seats on the first leg of my flight, multiple coffees from Dunkin’ Donuts (I need to get my DD fill whenever I can as LA doesn’t have any – I know, blasphemous), a lovely little nap on the second leg of my trip rudely (and quickly) interrupted by the snack cart tackling my shin, then I may not have pulled through victoriously. JL, you’re the wind beneath my Delta wings.
Why hello silky-satin nightgown with buttons down the front and a quilted flower by the collar! So nice to have found you laying in a pile of junky throwaways at a garage sale down the street from me. Even though I was just going for a jog around the corner, there was something about you that made me pause my workout, stop my iPod mid-Ziggy Stardust or Justin Timberlake (because a little bit of Bowie or JT always makes me hustle) and choose to spend a dollar on you.
You were a shade of faded lilac which could have been from excessive washing over the years, but I saw your potential and was going to give you a little facelift. Out came the Rit dye (Purple #13) and in you went to turn into a lovely amethyst shade. Then the scissors made an appearance to get rid of all your dead ends – about a foot of fabric got chopped off. I still wanted to do a little more, so on my flight to Charlotte over the weekend, I toted along a needle and some sequins to dress up the little floral patch on your collar. You were ready for your extreme makeover after fading all these years.
I put you on, post-tweakage, with my skinny J Brand jeans, flat black boots, and that same elasticky straw looking belt from yesterday and wore you as I made my trip back west…
You were the perfect top to travel in, as you fit into my “try to look chic while flying” rule as well as being airy and comfortable during my 5 and a half hour flight. Unfortunately trying to grab my suitcase wasn’t as easy. I had a mild fight with the luggage carousel at LAX…
…but I took it down in the third round. Just call me the Irish Pacquiao.
And I’m back at home in LA. Goodbye NC – it’s been lovely getting to spend time with you. I’ll be back soon.