This tunic has been loitering around my sewing table for over a month, waiting for its moment of Finishing Glory. Unfortunately for Burda 7220, that moment is not going to come. Which is a shame, bacause this project demonstates some of my best seamstressing and finishing to date. It also marks a change in my approach to garment making.
Really, it is a change in approach to my wardrobe. At the beginning of the year I took five bags of clothes to the charity shop, and today I've tootled back there with another. My cupboard has been stuffed with things that didn't suit my lifestyle, didn't inspire me, and didn't fit. It says something about my life that I can get rid of 75% of my clothes, and not miss any of them. I feel very fortunate.
Despite my best seamstressing this tunic falls into the 'Doesn't Fit' catagory. It doesn't fit in with anything else in my wardrobe, and it doesn't fit me. The shoulders are perfect, but the bust is way too small. Not a problem I'm overly familiar with. The lack of boob space means that the gathering in the front sits too high, so that the front sticks out like a maternity top. Not a look I'm going for.
There is a lesson here. I'm at a point in my stitching career where making a toile is essential. I want to be able to abort a make when it becomes obvious that the garment isn't going to fit my wardrobe needs. And I want to achieve a better fit than I can get from my ready to wear clothes.
I couldn't even be bothered to put this poor tunic on for its Finishing Glory shot. In fact, I didn't even iron the back! It is heading for the charity shop while I ponder my next project.