What with all the 'recession/depression' talk, I've been thinking a lot about clothes made from things like flour sacks, the wonderful creations that come out of necessity. I've also been thinking about Charleston, not the dance, not the city- the house, the home of Vanessa Bell (Virginia Woolf's sister) and her entourage. Very 'tween the wars, all art and craft and golden summers. I found, many years ago, a great top made from an embroidered tablecloth, now lost in the piles of stuff I've collected and purged, and I've made 'Maisie' in rememberance. She's a very twenties type of girl.
She's made from embroidered tablecloths, using the finished edge, so sometimes she has a bit of hankerchief hem (not too Stevie Nicks) and she's got an elasticised waist at the back.
I made the first Maisie last week. I hung her on the storeroom door on Saturday and in 1/2 an hour she walked out the door and is now living in Sydney.