This wonderfully bright and summery skirt was my first attempt at wardrobe refashion - it started out life as a dress belonging to my Grandma. When my mum and sister cleared out her house a couple of years ago (so that she could come and live with us) they found lots of her old things - including lots of clothes that we could share between us.
I adored the print and vibrancy of this dress but was way too big - so I decided to refashion it into a skirt. I cut it off at the waist (which was already elasticated), hemmed it with the sewing machine and added a white button on one side and a loop to tighten it a little more. It really is a skirt to twirl and swish in... and most of all, it reminds me of my Granny.
I've been wanting to post about this skirt for sometime but then I had the idea to share a few other beautiful red garments that have passed down through my family, and were uncovered in the clearing of Granny's house:
A woolen poncho and beret that was crocheted by my Great-grandmother for my mother when she was a teenager! I love how it has retained its colour and is still soft and warm. I can imagine mum wearing it in the 70s and although it still belongs to her; I am hoping to replicate it for winter.
There is something thrilling and heart-warming about running my fingers over all the trebbles; imagining the great-grandmother I never met with a crocheting hook and balls of colourful wool. I have always been drawn to crochet - much more than knitting - and perhaps it is the love of my Great-grandmother Viola that meanders through.
This is another fabulous dress of Granny's. I adore the pleated collars and the big sash around the middle. I would need to hem it in a little at the arms and waist but I am looking forward to the occasion when I can wear this, lovingly, with a spring in my step.
Although none of these garments are red but are equally as charming. I have always always loved old nightgowns... I love how feminine and flowy they used to be. I love the fine embroidery, smocking and lace trim at the collars and hems. I love imagining that when my Grandma was married she would have had to put together a kind of glory box with new nightgowns and pantyhose.
It also helps that I have a big weakness for sprigged fabric.. sprigged flowers especially. Even more so in nightgowns. Slowly, but surely, I am builing up a little glory box of my own of delicate garments... that may all end up in a gentle, understated quilt or a set of pillows, or a bag or something entirely different.
Or perhaps remain nightgowns,
to slip into at night,
and meet the morning -
with a sigh and stretch
and a breathe of fresh air.