Well, my friends, true confession time. I sounded out a lot of people about the second skin frock, on and off line. Their, and your, ideas were full of genius. If I’d had ten of that frock I could have made ten different lovely garments from it. But I didn’t! I still could not overcome the fundamental issue—believing I’d wear it no matter how lovely it was.
I turned it into a series of what India Flint calls ‘infinity scarves’, though a little less fancy than the model we created in Melbourne. Three of them. Two have already gone to happy homes, in fact I saw one in use yesterday. It had a leaf print from a white cedar (Melia azaderach var australasica) leaf, pale green, which my friend had particularly appreciated.
One has been hand-pieced to manage the top part of the garment, and naturally it’s my favourite. I’m surprised to find that the clean, shiny white of the silk and cotton thread stitches against the dyed fabric is pleasing to the eye.
I’m now left with only a small pile of little scraps. Each time I come past them, I think ‘pincushion’. So there may still be another object to emerge from what was once a frock…